|October 12th, 2018
|8:33pm-8:36pm
"My little brother currently can't breathe from crying and all my mother is doing is yelling at him to 'calm down' and lecturing him about brushing his teeth. I hate my house. It's just crying and yelling 24/7. I won't be surprised if a suicide happens in my family. Even if it's not me. Sigh. I just want one good day this week. Or wanted, I guess. It's Friday. The week is over. It's been the worst."
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Non-FictionI'm going to write here. My journal entries. All of them. They will be upsetting. I might leave a few out. But, it's the only way where I don't and won't feel silenced. Obviously, no one knows who I am so I don't care of this being out there. But, I...
