Prediction

"Shame on us
We knew from the start.
May god have mercy on our dirty little hearts.
Shame on us
For all we have done
And all we ever were
Just zeros and ones."


I have just realised that nobody in the house drinks milk except for me. I was away this past week and the open carton in the fridge was half full and smelled off, while the unopened carton expires tomorrow.
I'm not sure why this hit me in such a strange way. I guess it's just prediction of the near future... I wonder if anyone will buy milk when I move out? This week was like a test for my parents of how it's going to be in about a month's time. They missed me so much it was kind of sad. And ever since I made them see that me moving out was a reality, they've been behaving much better. They've been much nicer to me and to each other.
My cat is at the vet at the moment, staying in the cattery because they can't figure out what's wrong with him. He's not eating or drinking well and he's lethargic and there's something wrong with his liver. I really, really hope he gets better; it would be so utterly horrible if he died. Not just because I'd miss him so much, but for my parents. Their youngest child is already moving out and all they'd have left after me is Shandy. What if he's not here?

Despite all my complaints and their inadequacy and horribleness, I don't want them to be lonely.