Dear T: I wish I could call you just so you could talk to me and I could hear your voice. I messed up this weekend, and SH-ed and didn't go to the hospital to have it stitched--mostly because I was afraid I would have to take a psych eval and that I'd fail it. I wish I would have thought about calling you first, but honestly, I don't know how you would feel about that. Me calling you to tell you I want to hurt myself. I certainly wouldn't want you to overreact and think I was in crisis when I was just in a normal wanting to hurt myself state. I don't know how I am going to make it through until the 30th when I can see you again and talk to you about what happened. Please don't be upset. I don't think you'll be upset that I SH-ed but you might be upset that I didn't take care of it. And now the blasted thing hurts! It was the battery thing. I just couldn't get it out of my head. I had to try it. And now Please comfort me when you see me. Please don't blow it off like it's nothing. And please don't be all, I thought you were waiting until the 31st to SH. I know. I know. I was. I just, well, couldn't. Kit