Family

Okay, so first I want to say that my last post (He's gone) was my 100th blog...
It's back to how it was since my brother left, but I guess it's just getting worse and worse here every day Josh is here. Not many people care anymore, I don't really talk to my dad anymore, he doesn't really talk to me, because I didn't want to tell him what's wrong, I really never do. My blogs are like my sancuary, I type what I'm thinking instead of saying it, which is a lot easier, even though I sometimes cry during my blog.
My mom still thinks I'm being bullied. In the comments section in my mental health paperwork, she put that I was being bullied, which I'm not. The last time (That I know of... you never know for sure if someone is spreading rumors about you) that I've been bullied was when I got called a piece of shit a few weeks ago. And as I knew it, my sister Jackie doesn't know anything about anything, that I know of.
I don't really cry anymore when I hear Josh screaming in my ear. I'm used to it. It almost feels like a fact, like 2 plus 2 equals four, instead of an opinion.