I met with the therapist at school today for the first time today. He is an actual therapist and not just a counselor. He seems like a good guy, but I don’t care. I don’t plan on telling him anything. He’s under the belief that I’m there becuase my dad died last november. I want him to think that cause that’s the only lie I can think of that will work. There’s no way I’m going to tell him or anyone about my problem. My girlfriend was excited that I was going to see him, but now I have to disappoint her. I’m just afraid she’ll do something and drag me to see one and tell them herself. We talked this morning about it, and I told her how worthless I feel. I’m just a screw up with a problem no one wants to hear about or deal with. I promised her I wouldn’t injure, but I don’t know if I can keep that promise much longer.