Depressed, I guess...

Been a while since I've last posted. Went to therapy, she said I have more anxiety than anything, and some depressive patterns.
Told her about the cutting. The not-eating. Everything.

Boyfriend saw me get a text from a guy he doesn't like.  Boyfriend doesn't trust me. Btw, I'm with boyfriend now.  But here's the thing: He's still best friends with the girl he left me for. Twice.

It hurts.  It hurts that I'm not trusted. I never left him.  I came clean about what I did the SECOND it was over.

I didn't hear about the girl until I came here and someone mentioned her name. Then again a month later when he left me broken hearted and alone.

I feel like crying, but I'm in the big sofa chair and boyfriend looks like he might sit with me.




I'm lying. He's not even looking at, talking to, or acknowledging me.


And I'm texting the guy now. So fuck him....

Therapy?

Crap. Long story.
Basically, two good friends of mine left.  I planned on killing myself on May 29th for a long time.  Told one person, they told my mom.  Now, my mom wants me to go see a therapist. And I will.

I'm just scared they'll ask about my eating habits. I want to die, still. I do.  My boyfriend is hurt, but he's glad I'm doing the therapy thing.