I'm having a moment. I want to cut myself right now. I want to carve the word FAT into my flesh. My mind is racing and it's hard to control my thoughts. I want to talk to my therapist. I tried to call her, but I had to leave a message. I'm sure she has better things to do than talk to my high maintenance ass on a Saturday night. But when she doesn't answer or call me back in a short time frame, I feel like she doesn't care. Which, for me, translates into, *NO ONE CARES* and that makes want to do something self-destructive. That's where I'm at right now.
I know that logically that makes no sense, but that's what's in my head this evening.



