"The game of life is hard to play...
... I'm gonna lose it anyway"

11.37am, January 12th 2002. Not the last time, but the first of many since then.

My brother died. He was only a kid. No amount of preperation can prepare you for that moment when your world is ripped out from under your feet. Everything since then has stemmed from this.

I failed my degree, I tried to kill myself, and more than anything I've lost the family I once had. Nothing has been the same since that day. Nothing. I barely speak to my parents or any of my family. I see them once, maybe twice a year.

Someone told me things like this brought people together. Life's just not like that.

Edit: Thank you Oucheh ^. Just realised how morbid this whole thing is getting. I prefer questions about kittens. And badgers.
( Purple Robot Now with added doom, Sun 17 Apr 2005, 21:29, Reply)