I didn't see my lost cat, but I could have sworn I heard her. I went outside by myself and walked along the surrounding streets. I saw people there and felt very awkward, I quickly turned around a few times like I was pretending I saw my cat to avoid potential eye contact. I ultimately had contact with my neighbors and I gave an awkward wave. They went up to me and asked about my cat. I began describing her and detailing how she escaped. It started to feel natural talking and I was proud of myself for actually talking to a complete stranger. Then I just listened to them. They gave me a coconut and then I casually darted back into my house after saying, "bye" and, "thank you." As much as I feel stupid and disappointed in myself for losing my cat in the first place, at least I got through my social anxiety fears today.

I made a lost flyer for my cat. I now have to print it and go outside... and put it around the street... and invite more human contact into my life...

My brother finally called me. He's in the army and he explained that he was busy which was why he hasn't called me in two weeks. I am dreading my birthday, I have no expectations as usual. My brother said he'll call me tomorrow (my birthday), the thought of him not calling me just makes me even more depressed.