It is already the last day of April. I don't know what to say for today. Except that sometimes life just stinks. But isn't that just the way it is? My brother is crying again, throwing another fit. I don't know what to do about it. He keeps telling us that we hate him or that we think he's evil or that we think he's the only one that suffers or something. I don't know. Life stinks sometimes, doesn't it? :(