In a letter to my therapist..I've decided to take that leave of absence and at some point go into the hospital. I was going to call and leave a message on your voice mail at the office because I really wasn't in the mood of trying to tell you this in-between sniffles and sobs. And yes, I'm dealing with this on my own, good for me I say. But no cutting. I promised. So I'm going to talk to my math professor tomorrow and pretend all is well and go to all of my lectures like a good little girl. But then I'm going to go home and cry like I am now because tomorrow is another day. And it will always be there, and never go away. So now that I've cried on your shoulder (and everyone else's who's reading this) I'll go to bed. Because tomorrow is another day in which I get to wake up before the sun and go to school.
