today was a hard one. my boyfriend took me to a Psychiatrist, yes on saturday, and i felt so bad there, because i felt stupid, and i felt like she treated me like a stupid, she asked me but why do you feel like this?, and i got tired of tell her i don´t know. the onlything wrong on my that she found(beside my self harm) was that i smile all the time, she said that is from a sick person to be laughing all the time...well i have something to tell her i know i´m sick why the f@ck don´t you do something about it? i know i smile when i´m nervous but i don´t think that is so damn terrible as hurting yoursellf every f@cking night. and she told me that she must talk with my parents, because they con´t not know about it. F@ck i hate my boyfriend he´s taking away the onlythng that makes me feel happy, and now for his fault my parents will know what´s going on, and the worst: he checks everyyday so i can´t hurt myself, he tryes to do it without i know but i know he does it. so i´m not just angry i´m dessesperated.