Everyone says how nice it will be for me to move in with my parents when they move back to Canada. I don’t want to. I don’t want to live with anyone. I feel better when my parents are around. It will be better for me. I can’t really take care of myself. I mean I am alive, but that is about it. I don’t know if it is my anxiety or if I just actually prefer to be alone most of the time. I always have liked being alone. I am never really alone, as I have my girls, but lack of other people is nice. I don’t really eat much most of the time because I can’t be bothered to cook. I force myself to eat one meal a day. With Mom here I eat two. Also I don’t binge eat when around others. It will be good for me to move in, but my illness doesn’t want to.