My granny is in rehab following complications from knee replacement surgery last week. I live with her so I’m alone in a big house with just my cat. I hate it. I can’t handle the silence and loneliness. I don’t tell people how I feel but it’s ******. I worry about granny, school work and all my friends who are currently struggling. So I eat. I eat so I won’t lose it and hurt myself. It’s been over a year and not worth it, I know.

I’m just…not ok.