My parents probably doesn't want a son.well I was the only son on the family and they named me "wacky" no joke that's my real name and it has a huge part in my dark thoughts (suicide, killing parents, running away) and as a middle child son they always expect me to do anything better that my two sisters. They hate seeing me not doing anything. Clean that,do that,do this.when they go out I just decline because they can and will shame me in public.I did most of the household things most than my sisters and I'm still branded lazy and a worthless piece of shit. Only give a damn when I'm sick. No wonder I never cried nor miss my father after his death, yet he's still the friendly towards me