"I never liked circles, (I was always more of an oval kind of girl, you know) and I especially didn't like them now. Not as I was succumbing to the musings of a high-pitched preteen who couldn't escape "the voices", or when the rape victim sitting two feet away from me was glaring daggers at the side of my face. I didn't even like them when the cute boy across the room kept sending me looks and dumb faces that spoke volumes of our torture." Or the time where group therapy played matchmaker for a mute and a girl who managed to fuck up suicide.