Presenting… A Rant Brought to you by the side effects of citalopram, hot baths, and pudding cups. [WARNING this presentation may cause slight discomfort, nausea, vomiting, distress, anger, and the unprecedented need to beat someone up]
Today (well week really but today it has been unleashed) has been a particularly ‘interesting’ week day. Let’s start with the random unexplained nausea and vomiting. It happens when you’re sick, unless you are me. In which case it happens all the time. I’m talking in between classes at school in a bathroom stall. And at school is possibly the worst place to throw up because if someone hears you throwing up they either think you are bulimic and just walk away (preferably) or they ask if you are okay. What kind of stupid question is that? If I was okay would I be blowing chunks in public? No. Doctors piss me off. They don’t even comprehend what the illnesses people have does to them mentally… one second I’m making dinner and forgot the freaking broccoli…
Anyway, my counselor left to start his own business without telling me. I show up for my appointment and his secretary told me he has left. Gee thanks for the phone call or e-mail or any notification at all of this event. That’s what I get for trusting a guy. I figured “Hey he’s gay, so he can’t be as bad as most guys.” Guys don’t take this offensively I have good reason for not trusting men and in fact I don’t trust most girls or people in general actually. Figures. The one person who is supposed to be there for you and help you, ******** leaves.
PsychWardPanda · Wed Nov 12, 2008 @ 12:43am · 0 Comments |