Dear Diary. Kevin doesn’t like me. I was in the kitchen, making a sandwich. Kevin was in his room, watching Chuckle Brothers, lol. I was quietly talking myself, cursing the ingredients or something. I heard the TV being turned down. I wonder if it was because Kevin was trying to overhear me, thinking I’m insane or weird. Or was he preparing to leave his room, and then putting it off because he didn’t want to go into the kitchen while I was in there? Anyway, eventually, he came out, just as I was almost finished. He looked pained and anguished. I said, “Alright, Kevin? Watching some Chuckle Brothers?” He replied, with a bit of anger, “Yeah, you might as well”. I said, “Yeah, it’s quite funny, isn’t it?” He gave a forced laugh and said “Yeah”. He’s a fucking cocking twatting child-molesting jerk of a twat.