One of the worse things that could ever happen to me, happened 1 hour ago. Now I sit here, struggling to study. Tears are running down my face, because I can't stop thinking about it. How can someone, my own blood, do this to me. I can't take it anymore. I've tried, soo much, but there's never improvement. This always happens, when someone else besides our family, is here. Again, I end up depressed and crying. Now what, I can't concentrate on English. I have so much to do, but I've wasted an hour or two. Too much to do.. too little time. And that's all my fault for not starting a lot earlier. =}