For the second time in a while, I had a huge breakdown. It happened last night, when my mum got home from work, and I was venting my frustration because my brothers are ignorant little prats who don't know what's good for them and what's not. I hate them. I hate them both. I really do, and nothing anybody says seems to be helping. It never does. And it never will.

And I found out today that my uncle is a convicted murder who just got out of gaol. Scary...my brothers aren't allowed to know, so I'd better run.

Hayls!!