someone shoot me.
OKAY THAT'S IT I NEED TO VENT.
i fucking HATE my brother. I HATE HIM!!!!!!!! i swear to god if my mom doesn't take action soon, put her foot down & DO something, i'm leaving this hell hole or i'm going to go CRAZY. he scares me. either he hasn't been taking his medicine or it's not working, because he's beginning to act like he does when he's not taking anything. he has been sitting on the living room couch since early this morning, just staring at the wall and LAUGHING. laughing loudly, like this really weird laugh. he is wearing shorts and NO shirt and it is fucking COLD in here. for a long time now, when my mom leaves for work in the morning i get out of bed and lock my bedroom door. he scares the shit out of me. HE IS SERIOUSLY DRIVING ME CRAZY. i have so much depression and stress on me as it is, and he is just making this 20,000 times worse. he doesn't care about ANYONE but himself. the way he talks to us (especially my mom), it seems like he pretty much hates us with a passion. i'm afraid if he isn't totally "right", he might try and hurt one or both of us. i have dreams A LOT that i come home from work and walk in the door and my mom is lying on the couch dead, soaked in blood and aaron is standing there over her with a knife. it's horrible. it's absolutely horrible. i dread coming home when i am out, i even look forward to going to work most of the time. when i'm over at eric's, and it's late and time to come back here, i cry. i cry everytime. i hate it here so bad. i KNOW this is the source of most of my stress and anxiety. someone told me they know of a place where mentally handicapped people can go to live, where they are monitored and they HAVE to take their medicine, and they get jobs and work. i have been begging my mom to put him in a place like this. GOD I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN HANDLE.....
i fucking HATE my brother. I HATE HIM!!!!!!!! i swear to god if my mom doesn't take action soon, put her foot down & DO something, i'm leaving this hell hole or i'm going to go CRAZY. he scares me. either he hasn't been taking his medicine or it's not working, because he's beginning to act like he does when he's not taking anything. he has been sitting on the living room couch since early this morning, just staring at the wall and LAUGHING. laughing loudly, like this really weird laugh. he is wearing shorts and NO shirt and it is fucking COLD in here. for a long time now, when my mom leaves for work in the morning i get out of bed and lock my bedroom door. he scares the shit out of me. HE IS SERIOUSLY DRIVING ME CRAZY. i have so much depression and stress on me as it is, and he is just making this 20,000 times worse. he doesn't care about ANYONE but himself. the way he talks to us (especially my mom), it seems like he pretty much hates us with a passion. i'm afraid if he isn't totally "right", he might try and hurt one or both of us. i have dreams A LOT that i come home from work and walk in the door and my mom is lying on the couch dead, soaked in blood and aaron is standing there over her with a knife. it's horrible. it's absolutely horrible. i dread coming home when i am out, i even look forward to going to work most of the time. when i'm over at eric's, and it's late and time to come back here, i cry. i cry everytime. i hate it here so bad. i KNOW this is the source of most of my stress and anxiety. someone told me they know of a place where mentally handicapped people can go to live, where they are monitored and they HAVE to take their medicine, and they get jobs and work. i have been begging my mom to put him in a place like this. GOD I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE I CAN HANDLE.....