Dear Diary, 3/3
My parents have decided that my feelings don't matter again. Whenever I walk into a room, I'm ignored. If I say something, I'm ignored. They aren't even watching me eat anymore. So I'm not. With my pear shape, comes a not so thin torso, which unlike the pear shape, I do not appreciate. So I'm getting rid of the fat. Makes since right? Well apparently not to my therapist. My parents have stopped my therapist sessions. Which means I have no one to rant to anymore. Which makes the need to cut so much stronger. But I refuse to sink to that. Not eating will actually get me somewhere, while cutting won't. I'm weak but I stand for what's right. Cutting goes against my morals. But so do a lot of the things I do.
-I don't express my feelings
-I try to make others happy at the expense of my own happiness
-I don't eat
The list goes on. No one deserves to hate them self like I do, I have enough sence to understand that. But I can't help myself. I'm that horrible.
P.S. I'm finally taking my diary to school. I'm not leaving it at home for my younger sister to find.