Thirty Five; I had my first counselling session on Wednesday.

Yea, so.
IT went like such:
"Ohai, how're you?"
I find it hard to lie to a counsellor, by saying "good." But even when i do, he sees through it.
So i said "normal" i said it a couple times, near the end he told me to tell him what normal is, 'cause he has never heard of normal

He then told me what we're going to be doing (big fancy words for like, deep breathing, yoga, positive thinking pretty much)
Then started to talk about my anxiety, said it's high, but not that bad.
I then proseeded to spill my guts about Paul.
He asked if i ever reported him, etc.
I told him about Britt.
And asked if they knew she was worse than they thought, if she could be brought in earlier.
I then told him about her new problems.
He made a onte of it, and would bring it up.
He then asked me if i cut
i said no
he then asked if i have ever cut
i said yes, but it didn't do anything ofr me
we then talked about cat scratches.

What makes no sense, is that he only asked about cutting.
He's never asked about burning, or anything else.
Man, i nearly pull out my toe nails.
Which i guess, is kind of.. Unusual.
but i have since i was little.

Mom's Christmas present list:
Calendar
Chocolates
Moose gloves
and we're not sure what else to get her yet.

We're going to get Breanna a necklace and a ring or something.

I need to get a new tongue bar thing.
One with a flat top
the roof of my mouth isn't too happy with the ball.

I want some more piercings, too.

Oohhh so much to buy, and so little money.

I'm still sick.
Still dreading this time of year.
Boooooo.