I'm having invasive thoughts about the dreaded S word. I feel like I have no purpose in life. I will never become the writer I hoped I would be. I'm worthless. If I were bipolar or had chronic depressive episodes I could. But I'm schizophrenic. I will fail. Every psychiatrist except my idiot doctor says so. My doctor is such an idiot. I'd just like to %#@&#! punch him in his face. He acts like his %#@&#! doesn't stink but I can see that he's a liar. He's a stupid liar and he's been caught by me. I hope life takes me out. I don't like this life. All my dreams and hopes are gone.