My names Liza and I'm 14. And you need to know that I am a deeply unhappy person. I have two older sisters, an older brother and marvelous parents. My life is just fine. No. It's not. Not at all. My father doesn't talk to me. He ignores me. I think it's because I'm not like my siblings. My oldest sister is a successful artist that has a gallery. My brother is traveling to Morroco to settle conflicts as an US translator. My other sister is my opposite. She's so kind and beautiful and popular, not to mention smart and funny. I am never good enough. I will never be good enough. I haven't eaten in two days. I feel just marvelous. And no one will ever care but me.