I know where you're coming from. I was the only child for 13 years. Then my little sister was born... Since I was of age to be able to watch myself at home, I was trusted to take care of my baby sister while my mother was at work. It pretty much ruined my teenage years. I wasn't able to go or do anything after school or really even hang out with friends because I had to take care of my sis (unless I set up a back up sitter BY MYSELF). Besides having to take care of my sister I had to deal with my mother's majorly alcoholic ex boyfriend. I got really depressed though my high school years and turned into the stereotypical "emo" kid. As hard as it was and how much I hated every single day, I waited it out.Yeah yeah, I knew nobody would understand how devastated I feel. =_= I mean, I've been the ONLY daughter for 14 years! I think I wouldn't mind at all if the new baby was going to be a boy, but it's a girl...
It's hard to explain...I don't see that purpose of my existance anymore. The only reason why I'm not putting an end to my life is because my Tamagotchis need me. They're my only purpose in life. Nobody else needs me. All everybody else wants is ANOTHER BABY GIRL TO FUSS OVER and I'm just gonna be replaced and forgotten and I just can't stand it, waaaah! My other two little siblings don't do anything but bash me to pieces and say the nastiest stuff ever to me, and the new sibling probably won't be any different. Why...I just don't understand the purpose of having so many kids...I'm not needed in the world anymore...
Eventually things got better. My mother's alcoholic ex boyfriend can't come around anymore, and my mother moved away and took my sister.
It's a little better, but now I'm stuck with one of my elderly neighbors mooching off me and living in my house.
Well, bottom line of the story is that things will get better!
-On topic: I'm pretty sure I have Gustatory Rhinorrhea. (Watery nasal discharge associated with stimulation of the sense of taste.)