I lay in bed with my 7 week old son asleep in my arms and I cannot imagine the pain my mother is in. I myself grieve but just the thought of my baby being so hurt that he has to take his own life makes me feel physically ill. I think about I every day, what could I have done to help my little bother. Why didn't I try harder to help him. Why couldn' ( Read more... )

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Last night I had another one of these dreams about my dad where I was really angry with him. This time it was about my ranking 13th out of 153 students in my Databases module last semester. I was so happy telling him how well I'd done placing 13th out of so many students and he just said that it was not good enough, I should have placed first. I ( Read more... )

I'm posting this entry backdated because I was sick at the time ( Read more... )