Shattered

On March 5, my baby brother, only 17 years old, died in an accident at home. My world shattered, and nothing mattered. I didnt matter. I'm starting to come together enough to care about things again. I'm trying to pull myself together for my family. My Dad saw where I was headed and begging me to take care of myself. Hes even helping me. But I have to care in order for it to work. So now I'm starting to care. Or trying to at least. It just feels like "how can anything matter when hes gone?" and gone so tragically and suddenly.