We are keeping the cat. I didn't even bother discussing it with my mum. We are keeping it, end of discussion. This just means I will yet again become a recluse in my own home. Sticking to my bedroom, washing my hands every half hour and never sitting on the couch. Yippee.

I don't want to be here. It feels like my only friend in this house is my body. My dad has already asked me several times if I still 'eat weird'. I want to live ALONE. This house is old and run down too. It's a bad environment. Everything feels off. Maybe tomorrow will be better.