i don’t like writing when i’m sad. i don’t want to talk about it or be with anyone. i don’t know what i’m feeling right now. it’s not numb and it’s not angry. so.. i am sad i guess. i keep balling my hand into a first and digging my nails into my skin to help me not think about things. it gives me something to focus on. i still don’t have an appetite and everything i’ve tried eating makes my tummy hurt. i don’t know what’s wrong with me.