I hate everything. I feel horrible, I feel sick, I feel tired and this stupid house, I hate this house, there is just too much stuff and not enough room. I hate our roommate, he's so stupid and I hate him and now, now I can't find my cat. She's gone, lost somewhere and I have no idea where she is. I can't call for her cause I can't talk, and I can't look for her cause I'm sick, and even if she's just hiding around here I'd never find her because of all this stuff. I live in a pack rat's home! And I keep telling Dad, we don't need 6 desks, we don't need four computers, we don't NEED ALL THIS CRAP. But nooo, he wants to cram everything into a tiny 2 bedroom apartment.

I'm going out of my mind, and no one but my brother is at home, and I'm worried about the cat and I don't want her to be lost forever. Someone should know she is someone's cause we put a collar on her but I couldn't get a tag cause my Dad kept saying wait, wait. Now we waited and now she's gone and I feel like I'm just going to die.