How does it all happen? Why does this all happen? Do things keep happening to me because fate believes I can take it? One thing after another, there truly is no rest for the weary. Just when I see that silver lining, the clouds open up again and pour out acid tears. Some people who may read my journal may think I’m making this all up just for fun but I’m not…as my friends know, I can’t lie to save my life. It just isn’t in me. So would you like to know what crazy adventure I had this time…if not, I think you should leave…like now. Yesterday was nothing short of tiring and today is not any better. In fact it’s worse. Way worse. After getting home, I went and took my college placement exam and then I registered for my fall classes. From 2:15 to 5:00, I was UCONN campus. I got home and took a shower. We had a family meeting around 9. I went upstairs and cleaned my room…about 12:44 I went to sleep. At 1, I woke up to my mother screaming for me. I ran downstairs to find my sister’s boyfriend bleeding profusely on the kitchen floor. My mom is a CNA (certified nurse assistant), so we began to bandage him up to stop the bleeding. Apparently, he got attacked on his way home (he lives with us). He was stabbed in multiple places and they were rather deep. He needed stitches, but the stubborn ass didn’t want to go to the hospital. My mom called his brother at his request and told him what had happened. At this point I’m covered in blood trying to clean him up and keeping him conscious. We got him stabilized and laid him on the couch to what for his brother. I continued cleaning until he and their sister got there. They took him to the hospital and I sat on the couch because I could not go to sleep. I dozed off for about 10 min. and then the police arrived. To shorten this up because I’m running out of time…police questioned my mother and I. We had to wake everyone else because we had to go down to the police station...at fucking 3 something in the morning. We were down there for damn near three hours. We left at 6:15. Just enough time for me to go home, wash up and leave for school. I had to have my godfather drive me to school because I would have crashed (yes, I’m still driving…I’m a rebel.). So now I’m in school, dead tired and my sister’s boyfriend is in the hospital. I wanna puke, I wanna sleep, and I wanna just end all this madness. Today was not a good day, and this is only the beginning. My counselor told me she was very proud of me, that despite everything, I’m still here trying to give my all. Her nickname for me now is Phoenix; I shall rise from the ashes. She says she can expect great things from me. I just wanna go to sleep, No more great things from me, I’m too fucking tired. Time for me next class…thankfully, it is the last.