I hate my hair.

It's more than hair.

It's me.

I'm losing myself in a multidimensional warp that I don't even know.

Hair+angst=me???

----------------------------------the multidimensional warp---------------------------------

Enough...

I think that I won't be able to have this word for myself. I am with the extremes. I mean really insane things and I don't know how and when to stop. To have enough.

I have this weird tendency to cry without even knowing the cause. Maybe its the life I lived for about ten fifteen years hating my brother for the attention that my parents gave him. Almost all my life, I hated and envied him. But now, I came face to face with the truth he is suffering for all his life.

Every weekend, I come home to cure my sickness brought about by being away with my family. And every weekend, I can see and hear him suffering. But his sufferings never came out from his own lips, it was from a person whose name I can't even take mentioning.

I hope it ends.

I hope he'll be happy.

With us.