I basically had the worst week ever. I had to go on a class trip with people I really hate. I spent the whole week freaking out about covering my arms. I barely ate anything, and almost passed out during the day. But when I came home I found that I had lost no weight. So I broke down crying. And then I got trapped underwater for 30 seconds, and I thought I was going to die. I was so....ready. And then someone pulled me up. And god, I wish they didn't. I couldn't stop thinking about killing myself the whole time. I'm so fucking ugly, honestly, I don't even think anyone would really care if I left. And now I'm off to go to get new medication and go to therapy.