I passed out in my chair a few nights ago around 1 am, I had a dream my brother was still alive and we were playing games and having so much fun, he died at birth and he would have lived but had really bad brain trauma, I visioned him normal and without problems and we were playing games and enjoyed the same things, it was the happiest thing I ever experienced.
Sadly for me, I woke up a hour later.
I have never cried so hard in my life.
I have 4 sisters, 2 of them actually give a stuff I exist but moved out.
The other 2 hate my guts, tell me to go forget myself, kill myself, etc.
They hate me and dont want me here anymore