Horrible.

I've never been good at keeping anything remotely like a blog, because I forget to update it. 

So I kind of have to force myself to get into the habit.

We go to a family psychiatrist. I bet he'd say this is good to get my feelings out, because I rarely talk at the sessions. That's because everything is about my brother and his screwed up life. I mean, it's not that bad, but the relationship he has with my parents really is. He was supposed to graduate high school in June, but he was missing a year and a half of english credits, due to dropping all his classes all his senior year. So he was taking classes during this summer to get his diploma. He started the first class, wasn't able to do any of the assignments due to his procrastination problem, and ended up just stopping going. He doesn't even know it it will show up on his transcript as a fail. He started the second english class on Tuesday. He has another class tomorrow. He had to do some reading in Romeo and Juliet. He knew this. So tonight, I was sitting watching TV, and he came in and sat down. I asked him and told him he should be doing his work, and he said he'd do it later. An hour later, I come downstairs to see him asleep on the living room couch, not having done any of his work. He said he'd get up in the morning and do it, but I doubt he will.

I'm worried I'll turn out like him. My parents are even more worried, which is really the only thing making me worried.

But I honestly don't think I will. I'm not like him at all. It won't happen.