I hate this stupid chair. “Take a seat and try to relax” they say but how can I possibly relax when this chair is freezing cold and rock hard? Sitting in this chair used to mean I might get some help but I am not so sure anymore. It has become so predictable. “How was your weekend?” she’ll ask followed by “Do you have anything new to tell us?” No, I don’t, and even if I did have something to share nobody will believe me so what’s the point?
They think I am crazy but who gets to decide that? Only I do and I have decided that I’m not crazy. I’m just a little more in-tune than these idiots. What I am in-tune with I do not know, it seems to be a frequency only available to me. If only they knew how much information was being given to me and me alone. Being alone is something I am used to. I am not truly alone though, I am surrounded by those who look out for me and help me up when I am down. Then again, they are the reason I am here. What am I even still doing here? I tried, I really did but everyone here just wants me to be “better”. Not one person here is willing to believe me.
If only they could see how full this room really is. In fact, it is so crowded I can barely breathe. A lot of new faces today, maybe they have just come to watch. Not my usual messengers. I would introduce myself but then she’ll give me the injection again. It will have to wait until I am out of this god-damned chair. That one in the corner just called the doctor-lady a bitch. Ha! How fitting. He says that she never even finished her degree but is willing to do the job for less money than the “real” doctors. Imagine how upset she will be if I tell her I know.
I’m gonna tell her.
Screw it.
I am gonna tell her!
What have I got to lose?
She’s more upset than I anticipated she would be. I am not sure what she is more upset about. The fact that I knew or the fact that it made me laugh? At least now I know my friend’s don’t lie. The “session” has ended early. Thank goodness, I was running out of things to talk about.
