Almost Sly

My therapist, I think, might be 'on to me' as some would put it. I was talking to her about how many calories and fat is in a cookie, because she offered me one, and I just went off about how bad it was and how bad it would make me feel if I were to eat it. Luckily, though, my session ended and I go tto leave. and there;s only a few more weeks of school and then I won't be able to see her anymore because I am graduating. But, I don;t really want to think about that, because I have been seeing her since eighth grade - when I began cutting... Crap, someone's here. Write more later. :)