WHO HAS TWO THUMBS AND FOUND THEIR SCALE?!
This chick, that's who.
Seems that when my mother switched around the bathroom closet she just jiggled the scale more into it's crevice. Although now i feel like a huge failure.
130.2, but I got out of the shower so my hair was quite wet and I had put on my lotion. No excuse though, I AM a pig.
Two shrink appointments back to back in a few hours, seeing how it's 3am and they start at 10am. Fuck, I'm so tired of 'delving' into my psyche. The first one is a psychiatrist for meds, so at least there's a bright side. I want my Klonopin! But the sencond is my talk session, I really don't want to. Maybe I can say I don't feel like it and we could do a stupid game or something.
Last week we just starting talkiing about my cutting, so fuck he might want to more.
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