I dislike Greg so much. We were all sitting down to eat dinner last night. Well, I'm ready to admit that I've been sick for like the last month or two. So there I was coughing. Out of nowhere Greg goes, "Thats it. No more tennis." I'm all like, "What?!" He goes, "I'm sick and tired of heraing you cough. If you're sick then you damn sure don't need to be out playing sports." So I'm just sitting there crying ((my feelings are easy to hurt )) and I say, "But I can help it! Why do you always do this?! I never do anything to you!" and I run to the bathroom bacause I'm grounded from my bedroom. I lay down and cry until I can't breath and until I fall asleep. Then I woke up after they went to bed and slept on the couch. Greg won't even let me sleep in my room. Thats all for now.