the advice i want to give you first is don't compare yourself to your friends. you would be amazed if you were a fly on the wall in their houses. i guarantee their lives aren't all they seem. every family has their problems. have you told your parents how much it hurts you that they fight and put you in the middle? if not, maybe you should tell them that it really affects you and not in a positive way. it's not pleasant to have to go through it. you're not alone, though. have you heard the pink song, family portrait? i was never really into pop music, but i heard that song and it really hit home for me. i started finding comfort in music. finding music that really told my story. sometimes people don't listen, and that's all you really want. i suggest telling your friend, look it is bad. i'm not asking for you to assess the situation, i just want someone to listen to me and be there for me. someone that is for me, not against me. if she's a REAL friend, she will take notice and start being there for you. also, something else you may want to try is volunteering. it may not be something you want to do, but sometimes if you do things out of your comfort zone it puts real perspective on your life. sometimes it's so hard to find positive things in life when we're constantly surrounded by negative. so start helping those that are less fortunate than yourself. i found that contributing to help others gave my life so much more meaning. and there's always someone out there that has it worse. you may not see it in a way that you would think. i used to think my life was horrible. my mom was a single mom raising me and my brother. we both have different fathers. he doesn't know his father and mine was an alcoholic wife beater. thank god my mom was smart enough to get out of that situation. my father never wanted anything to do with me, but i kept trying. my mom got hurt and had to have surgery and i went from having a pretty sweet life to us being on welfare. it's humiliating. now looking back i know she was far more embarrassed than we were. she worked 2 jobs after that just to get by. after my brother moved out, my mom and i lived with my grandparents. we shared a room. i was 12 at the time. my grandpa was a WW2 vet and was clinically insane. if he threatened to shoot you if you didn't shut up, you better believe him. we had to pee in a bucket at night cuz the bathroom was past his bedroom and we didn't want to wake him. later on in life, i never had the things my friends had. then i got a job and started getting those things. well, i still struggled with my crazy mom and a dad that didn't want me. by this time, i had already become an alcoholic at 16, and been raped. i was into drugs and really suicidal. i've battled with depression off and on now for the past 9-10 years. i'm 25 now. my father killed his wife and himself last november. and i'm still here. and i love life. i'm glad i'm here. it's hard to see past those things, but you're strong. you'll make it. just keep your head up. who knows, maybe you'll be the one to inspire your parents to be better parents. and be nice to each other. or you'll inspire people around you and you'll be able to look back one day and tell someone just like yourself, "keep your head up and be strong, you'll make it."