This is a test drive. Should I write this story or not.
Great. So my mom had caught me throwing away my food. I don't eat, OK. I like to loose weight. It's the only way to stay adored at school not like those fat girls. That's the reason that right now my mom is making me, a 22 year old, to a psychologist.
I don't really remember what made me want to deal with peoples' problems. I just finished dealing with this little girl who had witnessed a murder. Wow, this poor little girl traumatized for the rest of her life. And then I remembered it was to help little girls like this. I'm a 26 year-old psychologist, about to deal with a 20 year old anorexic.
Ok so umm…. Should I continue this story or not?