Journal Of A Teenage Psychopath

15

It's out.
What might you ask?
Well I'm not to sure.
I was never hiding anything.
And they still haven't found anything.
But they've banded together.
Everyone of them.
Against me.

Their having me psychically evaluated.
ME.
Psychically evaluated.
It's rediculous.
As if I'm anything less than sane.

I'm going to the doctors this Thursday.
A complete waste of time if you ask me.
But it's not like I have a say so.
My parents decided it, and no matter how smooth I play the charm they aren't backing down.
It's not like I'm going to run away over this or anything.
Where would I even go?
So I'm stuck.

And you know what?

I really hate Psych evalves.

Their rigged.
I know because no matter how hard I try I always seem to fail.
Except when I try to copy off of someone else.
But I kind of get the feeling that that defeats the whole purpose.

And yet every time.
They tell me to be myself and that if I just do that I'll be perfectly fine.
And yet somehow I always end up with odd looks, and I just know that their scribbling a large F onto their stupid clipboards.

And at any rate, what kind of school offers regular therapy sessions for its students?

I know it's a private school, but still.
Isn't that a little over the top?