The last few days have been pretty awful.
On Sunday night, my brother was drunk and I heard him being sick. I woke my mum up because he'd been in the bathroom for so long and I was worried he'd passed out or something. Anyway, he came out of the bathroom and started a two hour long rant about how much he hated me. Things like how I'm a loser, I'm fat and disgusting, I'm wasting my parents money at university, it's not fair how I get everything, I'm a nutcase, he wishes I would slit my wrists and cut my throat, he's ashamed to be my sister, I'm a disgrace to the family, etc etc etc..
My parents were really angry and he even started trying to fight my dad, when my dad told him to shutup. When I was crying, he came up to me and said "Why are you making yourself cry, you fucking mentalist" over and over and over.
So yes, Sunday night was not good.
Last night wasn't great either. It's pretty much clear my brother is an alcoholic. He stole a bottle of wine out of the fridge at about 1am. I ran upstairs to get it off of him, and then he disappeared in the bathroom and then barricaded himself in his bedroom. When he finally came out, he swore on my parents life and his girlfriends life that he hadn't taken the wine and that I had a vendetta against him and was making stuff up about him. Of course we found the virtually empty bottle of wine, and another empty bottle besides. He locked himself in his room then and was mute.
Tonight has been worse. Damian and I have split up apparently. I am wondering what is left to live for.
I felt depressed before and even suicidal...now I just don't know what to do. If it wasn't for upsetting my parents I think I would have offed myself by now.
I love him so much, he is everything to me and I would do almost anything for him. I feel like over two years of my life have gone. I don't know what to do. I'm sick of everything. I'm shaking now. I've just had enough of this shit.
My parents were really angry and he even started trying to fight my dad, when my dad told him to shutup. When I was crying, he came up to me and said "Why are you making yourself cry, you fucking mentalist" over and over and over.
So yes, Sunday night was not good.
Last night wasn't great either. It's pretty much clear my brother is an alcoholic. He stole a bottle of wine out of the fridge at about 1am. I ran upstairs to get it off of him, and then he disappeared in the bathroom and then barricaded himself in his bedroom. When he finally came out, he swore on my parents life and his girlfriends life that he hadn't taken the wine and that I had a vendetta against him and was making stuff up about him. Of course we found the virtually empty bottle of wine, and another empty bottle besides. He locked himself in his room then and was mute.
Tonight has been worse. Damian and I have split up apparently. I am wondering what is left to live for.
I felt depressed before and even suicidal...now I just don't know what to do. If it wasn't for upsetting my parents I think I would have offed myself by now.
I love him so much, he is everything to me and I would do almost anything for him. I feel like over two years of my life have gone. I don't know what to do. I'm sick of everything. I'm shaking now. I've just had enough of this shit.