I cry through my skin.

 I'm not sure what's wrong. I'm not sure why I'm so sad. And I'm not sure why I hurt myself on purpose...It wasn't cutting...It wasn't anything that could get me into trouble. I just ran straight into the sharp corner of the dresser and banged my leg. It left a bruise.  I have a psychiatrist appointment tomorrow at noon...But, there is a happy side. We're getting another dog. Don't know when, or what type...But, I'm happy about that. I really hope it's a big dog. There's not much to say...I'm depressed and fat as always. So, I guess I'll go be depressed and fat in a small corner.