I really hate that my mum and dad were never the same after my brother died. I tried to be like him, and as funny as him but they split up and I reckon dad always blames me, or doesn't think I'm good enough. Either one of the two. I get the feelin' that neither of them really care about me, and as long as I don't die and roll off the face of the earth they're not going to start caring.
I also hate how everyone thinks because I have a shag here and a joint here I'm a tit of a guy to be around.
I keep getting these fucking headaches and it reminds me of the way my brother died is beginning to piss me off!