I'm not doing well. At all. My entire day has been ruined. Of course, I was blamed for it. My grandmother has been staying here since Tuesday, for Thanksgiving. I think I deserve a little credit because every single day this week, I could feel a meltdown coming on. I diverted the emotions I was feeling, but it only bottled up. Today, that bottle exploded into a million pieces. I had the biggest meltdown in many years. Basically, I beat my brother. He had it coming to him. He egged me on, what was I supposed to do?
I spent 9 hours sleeping in my room. A whole day wasted. I hate my life so much, and more importantly, I hate my family. I wish I could get rid of them.
P.S. I'm not thinking clearly at all.