Why I Need My Own Place

Recently, my family and I haven't been getting on so well, and no matter what I say, I end up being portrayed as the mean, ungrateful jerkface child. Nothing I've done indicates that this is the case, but my family members are so wrapped up in themselves that they don't realize how badly I actually have it, even when I'm screaming it at their faces. Shall we go over some examples? Let's begin:

• I eat basically nothing. I ask for maybe 5 things whenever my mother does a grocery run, and yet I'm lucky if I get 2 of them. THEN, when I mark whatever I DO get as my own so that no one will eat the ONLY FOOD I HAVE, someone eats it anyway. Because apparently, the entire refridgerator, pantry, and multiple cupboards full of food aren't enough, and the only stuff anyone wants is whatever is on my one measly little shelf.
• I have a severe case of germophobia, and can't even brush against someone without practically having a conniption. It is for this reason that I KNOW I have to have been adopted, because my family is disgusting. My sister refuses to wear pants; my brother never washes his hands and has no idea what a tissue is; my older brother likes to remind me of everything I've ever even touched that was recycled, and how dirty it must be. My mother is no better, because she ALLOWS all of this to happen! She still lets my almost 12-year old sister take baths with my 7-year-old brother because it saves water. Okay, A) that CAN'T be good for their mental development, and B) they are both literally WASHING themselves with each other's FILTH! I'm fairly certain that normal people do not use dirty bath water and try to see their siblings naked. That's gross.
• My dad is even worse than the rest of my family when it comes to cleanliness. I don't think he's EVER covered his mouth, and he seems to enjoy spreading his germs everywhere. For two years, I had to ride to and from school with him, and every day for two years, he would eat eggs right before we left, and then keep the windows of the car up and locked. I very nearly threw up many times, and I can't even stomach the thought of eating any kind of egg anymore, which is sad because I already don't eat anything and I used to love scrambled eggs. Another thing is that WITHOUT FAIL, every time I'm in the kitchen making something, he'll walk over, stand right by my unprotected food, and burp. Do you realize how many meals I've thrown out because I couldn't make myself eat them? I was too repulsed by what my own father had just done that I couldn't think about anything but the nasty burp particles that undoubtedly were covering my food. Ew.
• I have multiple mental issues, that I'm sure I listed in a previous post, and yet no one in my family believes I have them. Or if they do, they don't deem them serious enough to worry about. For example, they all KNOW that I'm revolted by the thought of sharing cups with them, and for that reason I have my own set. Well, that's obviously not important to them, because I've caught them drinking from MY OWN cups multiple times. I really don't understand how they could make that mistake, when my cups look nothing like theirs, and are even on MY shelf. They're there for a reason, guys, and that reason is not so you can take them.
• I'm completely self-sustainable. I do my own laundry, I clean my own room, I make my own food, and I would do my own dishes if I didn't have to touch everyone else's to get to them. I even own half of the things in my room, seeing as how I either bought them with my own money, got them for free, or recieved them as gifts from other people. And yet, everone seems to think that I'm so high-maintenance. I ask for MAYBE 3 things a year, and am lucky if I get one. I've been asking for a cat my whole LIFE, and I still haven't gotten one, but oh no, I can't ask for anything, because that would be completely unreasonable. My sister has gotten over 60 Justin Bieber posters, and that's not even counting all the other merchandise she's gotten. My brother keeps getting more and more toys every other week, and he doesn't even have a room to put them in. My mom goes to the mall solely to buy soap, perfume, and candles. I ask for one thing that's less that any of those, and certainly less than everything my sister's gotten combined, and it's the end of the world. Why should I have something I want when I've asked for SO MUCH in the past!? I didn't even get the one thing I asked for for Christmas, but Veronica got a freaking life-sized cardboard cutout of Justin Bieber! Yeah, he sucks anyway, but it's the principle of the thing.
• I have been dragged to so many things I didn't want to go to it's not funny. I was forced to go to Vermont over the summer, I had to go to Disney World with my family TWICE, even though I was 14 the first time we went, and I can't TELL you how many overnight beach trips we've been on. I hate the beach. And hotels. And family trips. I suggested once that we go somewhere else for my birthday, and we instead went to a wedding and Vermont. How is that the least bit fair? I haven't even been back to Pensacola in over a year, and that's where all my friends are! It's like they WANT me to be a hermit.
• I've moved WAY too many times. You see, my family has a history of mental problems anyway, so uprooting me every 1-3 years was never going to be a good idea. Now, almost 10 years after the first move, I'm so mentally scarred that I'm freaking terrified of going to college because I have no idea what to do in that situation. What if something comes up and I have to move again? What if I make one good friend and they leave? What if it takes me a year to finally fit in? These are all things I've dealt with in the past, and I'll probably never get over them. I'm NOT a go-with-the-flow kind of person, but that's not stopped them from acting like I am. Everyone assures me that it will get easier as I get older, but that's not the case and now I'm left with a very real fear of change and the thought of moving at least twice more before my life is over, and that's if I stay in one place for the rest of my life (which I'm not entirely opposed to). Of course, no one thinks to ask me how it's affecting me, but why should I expect them to understand when they don't even respect me enough not to eat my food?

So that's the gist of what we're fighting over, but not nearly everything. I could go on for another couple of hours about my older sister, and how everything she says or does makes me uncomfortable, or how my mother only invites people whom she knows annoy me over to our house. Fortunately for you, I'm going to stop now because I'm utterly exhausted from screaming and haven't eaten since yesterday due to my brother eating what I was planning on having for breakfast. I'll post again whenever.