Someone said my life is perfect. Its not. Everyday I hate me a little more. Im not ever gona find the 'one'. Im gona be alone and i guess i shud jus accept that, but i cant. They all have someone, well nearly, but i dont. And on top of that I have a twat of a brother. Going on about how he has problems and stuff of his own to deal with, but he cant be bothered to go and see my mum or even talk to her when she only lives 5 minutes from him. She is really illl at the moment and going into hospital for an opp soon. He should care more. I live over 3 hours away, but im going home for nearly 2 weeks to look after her while he can even be fucking bothered to ring her. He is angry all the time, most likely to do with his drug abuse. Cannbis and cocaine, who knows what else. Why does he have to be so damn selfish? Why is it on me all the fucking time? some perfect life huh? And then there is all the fucking shit with my dad. Cant think of him without something inside of me hurting. I just fucking give up. Not suicidal, but doubt anyone would miss me that much. Yeah maybe my family, no one else tho. Ive jus had enough. all i do is battle on through life but nothing ever gives.