Stuff is fucked up.  Yesterday I was having a good, i’ll be it slightly depressing day at home.  Despite recent incidents, my mom and I were getting along fine.  Then, this morning my brother catches me in his room and accuses of me of trying to steal money out of his wallet.  Yes, this is true and because of my history it would make sense that he would accuse me.  I don’t know what to do anymore.  I need money.  It sucks that the people you hurt the most are the people you’re closest to.