It's been a week since I've eaten now and I'm past caring. I'm not interested in hearing about how it's going to affect me. I have so much anger inside and I can't let go of this. Food is the only thing I have a grip on. I'm seeing my T in a couple of days and on one hand I feel that I should tell her I'm not able to eat anything at all but on the other hand, I ask myself what's the point. I've always been on my own dealing with this. I have this session with my T for an hour then I'm turfed out for another week. What does she care? Jot, that's what!

I'm so sad and so angry. I want everyone to stay away and leave me alone.