I think things are becoming OK. I had my last appointment with Dr Power, she is no longer a resident and has chosen to work at the VA hospital and she's pregnant so I think that she will become a family facet. I am really going to miss her, I hope that the next psychiatrist is as good as her. I think that I am getting along with my step brother and we are getting close with everything we do. There are certain times where we both just need to get out and we take drives along and through the city. Sometimes we talk and sometimes we just listen to the music, but he always gets me when a Volkswagen drives past.
 
I have always had problems with my step mom and I don't know how to crack her. I think that I need my dad to help me with that. Father's day is this Sunday. The targos' are coming into town to look into colleges for my cousin Peter. We are all having brunch and the they are off to Rifle for them and beack to real life for us. I bought the entire family Chicago Cubs tickets for when they're here in Colorado. I know I shouldn't spend money on it but I know that it will make my dad smile and that's worth it.
 
My dad hurt his back in the move and has had to go to the doctor numerous times to have it realign it. He is in major pain and I know that he's had six back surgeries in the past and I know that he can't keep handling this horror.
 
I keep thinking that things are going to get bad, get real bad and that is when I think of suicide and pills. Tonight, my step brother Ti noticed the scars from my cuts on my wrists and I told him that they were scratches from my dog, but I think that he knows I was lying because the cuts are straight and equal all the way down.
 
I am watching a movie with Ti. I have to go.
 
Good night moon.