Im so angry. All i asked was for him not to smoke weed around my terrapin. I asked nicely then i told him not to. His answer was to tell me to f**k off, get a life and to remind me im fat everything. He told me im pathetic because i stay in my room and workall the time.Yes well i know im pathetic, i know im a loser but when ur told it in front of your mum and she doesnt even defend you it hurts. To top it off mum then lights a fag in the same room. Im told to shut up and go upstairs. The room is a few meters away from the garden, i dont understand why he didnt go out there. WHY DO MY FEELINGS NEVER COUNT? wHY DO I HAVE TO BEND OVER BACKWARDS TO PLEASE EVERYONE ELSE? He says its his terrapin, iv looked after it for 6 years, bought all the equipment, spent over £500. He just wanted it to die so he could make an ash tray out of his shell. I wouldnt let him. Now hes threatening to kill him. My family is messed up, ever since i was a child i have seen the way if you work hard at either a job or at school you are ignored. If you take drugs, sleep around, steal, not work you get forgiven again and again and again and again. I hate my family, i hate my life, there is nothing for me. Iv got some tablets, not enough yet but i will. No turning back this time.