"We're not trying to make you psychologically whole"
bullshit.
This is all complete and utter bullshit.
I'm currently sitting in the office of the biggest moron ever.
Mrs.Venture,my psychologist of two years.The only reason why in here is because my grandmother,apparently thinks I need help to cope with the 'traumatizing' events in my life.I think she's only sending me here because I'm 19 and I don't have a job,she probably wants me out of the house by now.
Just like my parents.They kicked me out at age 16 because they couldn't handle my attitude.
On the bright side ever since I moved into my grandmas house,the..how do I explain this without sounding crazy
The...voices,have stopped tormenting me.
There really wasn't a way.
I'm not crazy though.
I'm not.
Anyhow back to my psychologist
For a scientist,she's very ignorant.
She's still trying to convince me for an hour already,that I need help.
I know for a fact that I don't.
Well,I don't 'show' her that I do.
I'm not insane.
I'm not.
I just see the world in a different perspective.
She needs to understand that I just want to be alone.
I just want to be somewhere where I can be..all alone.
Not here,with these
Pathetic
Worthless
Disgusting
Filthy
Creatures.
Putrid animals,every single one of them.
Just because they have a PhD doesn't mean they're superior.
Where was I?
Oh yes.
Mrs.Venture,my psychologist.
She wants me to be idealistic or see eye to eye with her.
When in fact I'm so realistic,that if I look up the word in the dictionary my name might come out.
I love toying with her.
I love seeing her get flustered by my questions.
Asking her questions and seeing what type of bullshit answer she gives me.
Her answers always include either:
•hope
•faith
Or the oh -so-typical,
•answer the question with a question.
"Julie,you can at least try and be more...more"Mrs.Venture pleaded,longing for me to tear down my wall and spill all my sweet,sweet secrets.
She wants me to say something,that will make me take a one way trip to the nut house.
That's what she's always trying to do for the past year and a half.
But anyhow
"More what?Normal?I'm sorry I see the world different-"
"I was going to say civil"She interrupts.
"I THOUGHT EVERYONE IS THEIR OWN PERSON.BE UNIQUE THEY ALWAYS SAY"I yell,trying to get it through her thick skull that what she's saying is complete shit.
"That's not being unique that's just being.."She looked down at her feet.Suppressing the feeling to say her thoughts aloud.
I glare at her,although her stare remained on her cheap,shabby shoes."Say it"I manage to get out without yelling.
She finally looks back up at me..
With a smile.
I stand there taken aback from her facial expression,I must have had quite a face because her smile grew wider and wider.
"I'm done with you Ms.Thompson."She says with a carefree tone.She starts scribbling something in her notebook.
"W-what?"I choke out,confused by her sudden attitude.
She continues filling papers out,as if I hadn't said anything.
"What do you mean you're..done?"I say a little louder.
She slams her pen down and looks at me with a annoyed expression,"I mean I'm done with you.I am sending you to a..."She pauses and smirks,"facility".
Facility?
