I'm worried.

I'm worried about my brother, Ralph. He's 15 and still acts like he's 7, and I really truly think there has to be some kind of medical explaination for it. Mom's taking him to a psychiatrist at some point, which will make him angry, but he really does need it. Tourette's and ADHD just doesn't explain everything. Especially when he tells her he wishes he was dead. That's not a 7-year-old thing, but I guess that's the 15-year-old part of him, just not fitting in.
There are other reasons for his depression, yeah... like our sick grandpa and his resounding "hate" of my mother, for some strange reason, but in all, he's got potential. I'm just really hoping he turns out okay.

In other news, my boyfriend and I don't get along that much anymore. We don't fight, but we argue. And I've begun to like being with him (non-arguing time) more than I like HIM. Which isn't good.

I feel like my life is flashing around me, and it's too fast to fix anything. Like I'm the only stationary thing there is, held down by a few friends who are braving the storm with me. Maybe drugged so it doesn't feel as bad when the debris hits me in the head.