Today was bad, like yesterday and the day before. These past few weeks actually, I've never been more depressed in my life and my parents either can't see it or don't want to admit it. I'm getting a lot of anger thrown my way on top of everything else. My mother is pissed off because I'm not talking to anyone, or leaving the house or generally doing anything constructive. She told me earlier that I have to make more of an effort to be nicer to my brother because "he's sick and you're not" - I suppose spending the entire day in my room listening to the trains pass and picturing myself getting crushed by one of them is healthy.