We could be immortals.
Im im immortals.
Just not for long, for long.
-Immortals, Fall Out Boy.
A bell rang. Oh great. Everyone knew I was here. I didn't want to be here. But my family was paying for it.
The office was Colgate white. One teenage boy turned away from me was scratching at something under his long sleeves, another was organizing the orderly immaculate magazines. A probable teacher (Oh shocking there. Teachers need psychiatric help.) Was frantically looking around her, as if someone was on her tail.
Then a kindly, if kindly is the new "I will give you all happy drugs" looking doctor came in. "Hello, everyone." He kind've looked like Charlie Chaplin and Jensen Ackles had a child. Chaplin's curls, Ackle's fresh peppermint green eyes. "Are we all ready to begin?"
Wait, this is group therapy? Oh Lord. This was worse than I thought. At least I could resist this bullshit or make up lies on my own in a seperate session. But I digress.
"Okay then. Share your name and why you're here."
The teacher went first. "Natasha Turner. Schizophrenic."
Then the OCD kid. "Carl Mysliwy." MISS-LOO-EE. "OCD and anxiety."
Then the scratcher. "Jackson Hayes. Depression and anxiety." They looked at me expectantly.
Um, what do you say? Damien Sawyer? Virgo, likes sunsets and long walks on the beach? Though it wasn't just the asexual part of me that told me I wouldn't be making a dating profile in the pysch ward. I didn't say anything.
"Are you a selective or total mute?" The doctor asked. I just nodded. "Then we won't pressure you. Do you write, or draw?"
Um, stick figures, maybe? I don't really write. It's not that I've never tried, I lacked the real motivation. Some people draw, good for them. Some people write, good for them. (Though some of that writing ain't good... *cough cough* Twilight *cough cough* 50 Shades. Seriously the author refers to Ana's butthole as a "chocolate starfish.") Okay I wish I could be kidding.
I shook my head. They all accepted me. Well okay then.
So we did a bunch of stupid exercises like release our chakras and and talk about our feelings and discuss how we deal with stress.
Oh hot damn. Am I lactose intolerant? Because this cheese is driving me insane.
Hello! So sorry for not updating. I GOT 100 ON MAH MATH TEST HELLA I suck at algebra I need an eigth grade math course and I'm Patrick and I joined a Youth Board and I can roundhouse kick a dick now and my parents are taking me out of the GSA.
Bai now
