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-takes in a big breath, and breathes out slowly-

Tomorrow is when he/she comes. I don't know what time. But... I don't know what is going to happen. I am anticipating several outcomes, and I have fear about me. I do know though, that I need to talk to dad about it seriously. Already, it is 1:22pm. The day is almost over.

I ate yesterday, but not a lot. Just a few licorice pieces and a croissant thing... But I haven't eaten dinner, nor breakfast or lunch again. Heh... Too keyed up. This time, I don't feel as weak, nor as hungry.

But it doesn't matter. I'm too scared, too worried, a little angry, and too sad to care about food. I must control myself tomorrow. Whatever happens, happens.

Heh... I don't think anyone knows this. No one cares, so if you haven't heard from me for quite a while, then something has happened. (No, not that kind of way.)

So here are the three outcomes...:

1) Dad does everything the paper says, everything is back to normal.
2) Dad gets rid of the animals.
3) Animals are still here, and either dad or I is responsible, and one of us goes to court, and the animals might still be taken away..

If number three happens... -shudders- and I-I'm responsible... I know what will happen. I'll go to court, and seeing as I can't pay it through money......... I'd most likely pay it through jail time, and it's on my permanent record... and.. I don't want to go or that to happen.. -shudders again-

And even though I'm writing this, no one cares and no one is here for me. Not even my dad. He's too busy talking with his girlfriend. I'll be alone tomorrow as well because dad has work.. So I must brace myself....