Why do I have to brawl with my brother. He is my best friend. I worry that he is not taking advantage of his youth and being studious. I worry that he waste time on mundane, life ******* games that have no merit, How I wish that he would consider how I feel and go to college to appease me. The fight made me ill , I am nauseous and sad about it. My heart feels broken and mangled and I got nightmares from a character called The Terrifier that I have never seen because I know that it is a disgusting movie. I read in Eat Pray Love, that in order to be happy you have to keep happy even during trying times. "keep even your liver smiling". I am tryin to but thinking about how unfortunate the night was, makes me sick.