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so tonight my mom informed me that she is putting me back into counseling. This fucking blows. For those of you that didn't know, my sophmore year of high school my parents decided that I had a problem, they didn't know exactly what...but I definetly had a problem in their minds. Now once again, because this is most likely the last time I will be residing under their roof, they think once again that I have a problem. Once again, they don't know exactly what the problem is...but of course I definetly have one. Awesome. I'm fucking done living at home. My dad has informed me that he doesn't think I need to go, but that I shouldn't fight it because it would make my mom happy. Does that make sense to anyone? The only upside of today was that I got to talk to my brother...and he appologized for leaving me here with them, because he is usually the one that can talk some sense into them. He is the only one that understands me, and I am in turn the only one that understands him. We are the only people in our family that consistantly get along. We are the only people that can balance out the rest of our family for eachother...and he is so far away. I didn't tell him that I was being put back into counseling. I didn't want to upset him since this was only the 3rd time i've been able to talk to him since january. I want him home. I want to go home, to Missoula. I'm ready to grow up, get a job, pay my own rent, if only i could do that and still go to school. I am about ready to shutdown. I'm done trying in this family.