No one really tells you how hard it is to talk with someone until you have to hold back tears, feeling your eyes burn just so you don't have to speak. I hate that feeling, I hate it. I wish it was easier to talk to someone for me, i wish a lot of things. I normally stay quiet around my family now, my brother and sister is really the only ones I talk to besides my friends at school. I hate school, but I also hate my home. My mom yells a lot, I liked her better when she still smoked, or at least used the patches. Now she is all grumpy and mad for no reason, than she tries to play it off by using her sweet voice and pretending she didn't just yell. It was hard over the summer, especially since I found out my sister cut herself, I think mom knew too, probably why she hid all the knives. I wish I could do something to help. She seems better but, she might be just like me. Hiding away her feelings. I'm gonna start signing off my rants, not like anyone will remember me. -Sam H