I ordered everything I planned to. One of the things I ordered though - there was literally only one place I could get it from, even though I spent hours looking, and delivery could take up to 21 days. That's 3 weeks! That seems so long. I suppose I've waited this long, 3 more weeks isn't that bad.

My psychiatrist told me she has her doubts about whether the letter I gave her was true or not. She's not as easily fooled as I thought. I insisted it was though, and she couldn't prove I was lying. She says it's very believable, but I've lied about things like this before.

She asked if I've been cutting. I said no. She went on about how it's very difficult to trust me, and she's taking a risk by continuing to let me out. I told her, sincerely, "I'm not cutting, I promise." I told her that I feel less anxious, so I don't feel the need to cut. Oh, what a liar I am!

I'm out for another week anyway. Case conference next week: me, my psychiatrist, my psychologist, my GP, and possibly the A&E psychiatrist. Maybe they'll give me an idea of when I'll be discharged.