it isn't fair. for fucks sake, dad made a suicide attempt on sunday morning, and what happens? its all back to normal and i'm sworn to secrecy. i can't even tell anyone, and when i did, i get completely hammered for it. cant mum understand that if i DONT tell, then one day i will prolly walk down the street and end up exploding. it isn't fucking fair. i'm tired of it, i'm frustrated and ya know what? running away almost sounds like an awesome idea. but seriously, me and mum have completely switched roles. i mean, i'm the one thats all responsible and thinking rationally... and what does she do? she sulks about it. i am a friggin teenager. i want my mum to BE a mum... it might actually help once in a while. argghh its not fair, i cant afford to be immature about it. actually thats a bit of a contradiction, i just sound like a spoilt child throwing a tantrum now... better stop.