Shrink.Rawr.
She hates herself...You know what the solution is? Up the meds that make her feel like shit, spazz out and do stupid things, and make her really dizzy and sick. Now, come back in two weeks and if that hasn't helped we'll up them again. But first, let's ignore that they don't make self esteeme pills...And that it's the shrink's job to try to work through the fucking issues instead of masking them with a medicated haze! I swear...I hate stupid shrinks. He didn't even bother going through my fucking records to remember what's wrong with me...Or what they think is wrong with me at the very least. Yes I hate my life, yes I stay locked in my room as much as possiable, yes I eat as little as possiable, yes I throw up when I can, and no I still don't think the meds are helping. These things have been pretty consistant over the past year. And it's nearly been a year...A year next month. I really can't believe it's been a year already...A year since I fucked up big time and everyone knew about it...And they've all forgotten it. They don't understand that even I don't slit my throat it doesn't mean I don't want to. No one ever gets it until it's written in blood...And the way things are going...That's going to be pretty soon.
