Everyone in this family is full of issues. There's always so much going on. I'm on the backburner, permanently. Not that it's a big deal, I don't need their attention anyways. I actually don't mind being in the background. But I do exist. It should be mentioned from time to time. But I'd rather them not know my issues, my dad started searching through my room, looking for this coaster I had for him that I couldn't find and I freaked. I was like stopstopstop. He was like I can do what I want, I'm your dad. No, you can't. You can't dad.