I am thirteen, and a girl. I go to a community college. My brother is sixteen and is graduating, and I feel so much pressure to be like him and go to Harvard! My dad drinks a lot of wine with my mom and he calls my fat, ugly, and stupid and my mom laughs at everything he says. When I cry, she says I'm a drama queen. At college, I only have fifteen minute breaks between classes. So, like a crazy person, I find an empty room and cry until my class. I don't have any friends: Everyone at college is a lot older than me and any of the other people who are my age don't like me because I'm "too smart." They make fun of me and my brother laughs right along with them. He criticizes everything I do and sometimes gets physical. I can't take it anymore! On good days, I think about suicide at least once. On bad days, I contemplate methods. I was about to try it, and the only thing that pulled me back was my cat. Yes, my cat is the only thing that's holding me to this world. On the weekends, I spend all day in bed crying. He's the only one there. Food tastes bland and I've stopped eating, and I've lost about ten pounds. I don't think I'm a drama queen, but that's what everyone says. One times I mentioned my suicidal thoughts to my family and they called me a drama queen and made fun of me. What am I supposed to do! I think one of these days will push it and I'll finally try!