For the first time in over a month, I cut today. I carved the word 'FAT' into my leg. And two other lines. On Saturday, I wrote 'FAILURE' but it didn't show up. It was just a scratch. Today, it bled. I like to watch it bleed. It makes it feel better.
I'm not telling anyone this time. Not even my psychologist. I don't want to be stopped. I want to disappear. Last time they stopped me.
I'm. Not. Done. Yet.