okay i give in. The moral of the story and basic thing of life is : You never know something till you try it. So err i'm trying this journal. But I won't go really deep. Yesterday when i got home.. My brother was yelling and I just stood outside on the asphalt and started having all these flashbacks when i was running away and when my brother ran away that time too. I'm pretty broken. I hope someone will put me back together again. It seems I can't do it by myself.