Its nice to have people who understand. My family have no idea, they ask how i am but they don't really want to hear if I start to say how rough im feeling. Yesterday I had a horrible day. I broke down I cried like I've never cried before. I got angry at family for not supporting me when I need it the most. I got angry at ppl who sale through life hurting others but who have no worries or stress in their lives and though I say I don't believe in a god I got angry at him for having a wicked sense of humour to inflict me with this hatred disease.