I'm really stressed out today, squalling like a lil baby most of the day. My therapist asked me today if I thought I needed to go back to the hospital. She asked me that 3 times. I was really surprised. I thought I was making progress. But you know... when they get to the question, "Have you had any thoughts of hurting yourself?"..I try to answer them honestly. Honestly, yes... I gave it some thought as to whether or not I really wanted to escape from my car when it would be the perfect opportunity to do what I always wanted to do, and noone would know I had a choice in whether I lived or died. They would think automatically that I just died instantly. But I made the right choice, and I think that is alot of progress that's been made. She asked me if I had lost any weight. Yes, I lost 11 pounds these past 2 months, but I thought better than to tell her how often I starve myself. I can't go back to the hospital. I just can't. So... I will lie to them from here on out... if it keeps me away from the hospital.