My Life 2/?

Backstory: Continued
              I don't really know what happened after that. I was trying to do well in games and I did good at school. The next thing I remember, was pain and not feeling good enough. I think it was 4th or 5th grade when my older brother and sister began to, well, bully me. They would call me trash, say I live in a trash can, say they found me in the streets and felt bad for me so they took me in, they called me fat, annoying, and pretty much made me feel unloved and worthless. I got into bad arguments with them, and my dad had gotten so mad he blamed me for being disrespectful, he blamed them for not being good older siblings. Eventually, my little brother and little sister caught on to what they were doing. They also started calling me names and I know I shouldn't let little kids pick on me, but I was too afraid. I don't think my dad ever really knew. That's when I began not feeling good enough. That's when my depression started. I could've been confident and make my dad proud because when I'm confident everything just gets so much easier. When I'm depressed, I don't feel good enough or strong enough to even try.
To Be Continued...