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i went into see my doc today... for a physical... not fun... he asked me how i felt, i was honest for once. i told him sick, he asked why... so i started to tell him everything that contributed to my feelings of sickness, the madness that runs through my head... the worries of how my life has taken a bad turn... and what would i do.... he interupted me and said "I'm not your therapist, I'm just your regular doctor." Then he walked out... why does this always happen to me?
Maybe the world is so crashed that even those who's minds are not at all, at all.
Jeeze I need to find help... but I have only trusted one therapist... my drug therapist... she's gone now.
And now I'm stuck between two choices, a path that leads to light or one into the drakest corners of my mind. But knowing myself to stay to the light I'm going to need lots and lots of help... but from who?
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