Yesterday was sickening. I had to go out because They were in a meeting, and all the food was gone. They should try to be less obvious about not wanting me. Anyway, I went out to get food, and I was unlucky, and I barely made it out to the car when suddenly I had a flashback. You were staring blankly at an empty driveway, now without the beat up Chevy since Logan had left us. Anyway, I had a panic attack because the memory was so sudden. My body went into overdrive, every sensation was rough against my skin and even the softest blankets would have felt constricting. The wind was roaring in my ears and pushing me down to the ground. Dark spots flashed across my vision, my eyelids felt like a hundred pound weights, and it was a struggle to even stay standing. After that panic was over, I ran as quickly as I could back inside; it wasn't like I haven't skipped meals before. When They finally returned and saw me curled up on the couch, They demanded I get up to make them something to eat. I told them there was nothing edible in the house as quietly as I could still completely recovered from what happened outside. They called me useless because they had told me to get food in the afternoon. Were they always like this? Is this why we ended up where we are now? You left me because of Them, or was it because you thought I was useless and didn't deserve your attention? Well anyways talk to you later.
