My week has SUCKED!!

You wanna know why? Do ya? Huh? Huh? Huh? Ah, I don't care! My life is awful. Tons of homework, two tests on Monday I haven't studied for yet, overdue work I forgot to turn in Friday due Mon and still not done, an almost-blind dog, parents who don't care, music that's too loud, being forced to go where I don't want to, wasting my time on pointless things, doing things I don't want to, going places I don't wanna go with people I never wanted to invite... My weekend, and my week, has SUCKED!! My head is screaming "SYSTEM OVERLOAD" but there's nothing I can do about it except maybe kill myself, and THAT's NOT going to happen, and even if I did run away, what good would that do, because not only would I have all of the above to worry about, but I'd have to worry about getting caught, my parent's distraught, my few friends in tears, and hope that no one will be driven to insanity by my disappearance, which could logically happen. So I won't commit suicide, and I won't run away. What else? Deal with it. Fail. Disappoint. I am nothing. It's a common misconception that I AM something, but I go through life disappointing everyone, most of all my parents, and when I succeed in something or do something right, I get nothing at all. My self-esteem, what's left of it, is ready to crash, and when that happens, that knife is gonna look a whole lot better than what I have to put up with. So, if anyone I know reads this, this is my silent cry for help, I guess. I won't ever tell this to anyone's face, but it's always there. And no one will ever guess, because I'm always so Cheerful and Happy ALL THE FREAKIN TIME! I have no choice, because if I'm not Cheerful and Happy, then my parents would probably get me a shrink for frowning all the time so much. I think the reason, or the main one anyway, why I'm so unhappy is because the best childhood years of my life were stolen away from me. I haven't been a child in more than eight years at least, which is really sad if you think about it. It's also why every once in a while I'll lapse into some childlike behavior, and you'll go, "Now THERE's a freak!" But I'm justified. And I say stolen from me simply because I have no other way to say it. I have no siblings, therefore, the attention of my parents is ALWAYS on ME. And Just ME. I hate it. I really do. I have for a long time. There is no escape from the stares of my parents, watching for any bad mood. But I haven't gotten an encouraging word from one of them in almost a full week now, and even the last encouragement was weak. But the thing is, I believe that my parents made me grow up before I was ready, cause here I am, one little against Two Bigs, ready to be influenced. Sure, I hung out with my little friends when I was younger, but I spent the most time with my parents, who, of course, influenced me to be Just Like Them. So even when I was about eight years old, I sounded like I was eighteen, so much older than I should have been. I was raised not to enjoy the little things, as a child should, but to always keep my eye on the future, reaching for it, hoping, never giving up on those dreams I had not conceived then. They had good intentions, but one day, when I have children, they will NOT be raised like that until I know they are ready.
My life sucks.