All it took to make me feel better was to go home, my energy station.

It was only last Fri that I found out about the car accident. Luckily, no one was hurt. But it seems like it doesn't have an effect on my brother. I wonder if he'll ever grow up. I'm always serious whenever I tell my mom to get him some Psychiatric help. Maybe it'll be at the expense of someone's death before he could realize the errors of his ways. He's just hopeless. Maybe he's not that hopeless, but he surely is a frustrating case. If he isn't my brother, I'd be hating him. He's getting on my nerves. Maybe I'm right, he does need to see a shrink. But how to go about it? I feel sorry for my mom and dad. This must really be hard on them. They can't do anything now.

Went to Cavite yesterday. Boring. I could not have gone, but just for the company of my folks, i did. Food was ok, too ok that I can't just sit still after eating coz I swear, all my gastric muscles are so stretched!

Better go. Quiz tomorrow. I have to get a better mark than the last.