i am not one of those whinny teens that is always complaining about there problems or full of teen angst. instead i am the teen that worries constantly, the one that can't sleep at night the one incredibly worried about problems not just mine but everyone elses. i would rather find a soloution than talk about my problems. over the years i have devloped an extreme hate for my family and i can honestly say it's nothing less than that. i don't want there help i don't need there help as they have never really been there for me. everything i have done i have done by myself no help from anyone. no one has ever been there for me. i have no fond memories of my childhood. i think i have actually blocked out much of it but it appears it has come back to haunt me. i feel so repressed, like a diffrent person.