I need a car.

And it's getting out of hand.

We thought we had one but we don't. I'm depressed more than I was. Every day feels like a struggle. Without Emmett, I feel I have nothing. He's the reason I get up every day.

I need a car. I need to leave the country . I need to get away from my parents. I live far too close to them.
I don't want to live near anyone sometimes. I have reculsive tendencies but they never become extreme.

Emmett scratched his head today. It was actually strange. He had an itch and is intelligent enough to move his hand and scratch. He also seems to know what a video camera is and seems to preform for it.