ugh

Wow. I woke up this morning and hit my knee on the dog treat tin. Then I throwed up. THEN as if things weren't bad enough, my two little brothers came to visit. Brothers = no privacy. So now I'm sitting here practically having a nic fit. And I found out that the oldest one is going to get put in a group home. He's got ADHD, ODD, and Bipolar. And he's gotten so bad that my mom won't even try to discipline him anymore. She's afraid of him, and he's only 12. My family (except for my dad, he's just an asshole) is so scared that he will turn out to be like Zach Witman. I mean, the age difference is a little less with my brothers, but it seems like something that Bubba would do to Guppie. I'm so scared for them. I don't want him to go, but what else is there to do right now? But on to better news. Ebon wants to take me up to his place for the weekend. I'll find out later today if it's gonna happen. I want to, but I'm also scared of what might happen. I trust him, I just don't trust myself. But right now Brandie is on her way down here, so I have to go meet her soon. The dogs are barking, the rats are trying to eat my newspaper, and everyone doesn't feel good. Blah!