Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds, they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material.

If I cry tomorrow, no one would understand why. Everyone thinks it's fine, and it's okay, and it's just a small thing.. but you know, really, it isn't. It's not, it's spinning out of control. And... I'm scared cause I can see where it's all going towards.

And I've run out of things I can do to try to keep us together. Family. Together. There's only so much I can do.