A few weeks ago I went to see a psychiatrist.We talked about how I was feeling. I really wanted to hit him in the face when he asked that. I didnīt do that. I regret that now. No, I replied politely and asked him if he thought I came there because he is such a nice guy, and the chairs are really comfortable.
He didnīt say anything to that. He just smiled and I smiled back.I shouldnīt have done that.
Then he asked me if I did any kind of drugs. I asked him if he had any, and if he thought it would help if I took some. He didnīt think that was funny. But I did. Then he asked me what I thought the problem was. I told him my problem was that people asked too many questions.
Then he asked me why. I gave up on everything at that point. I told him that.
I shouldnīt have done that.He told me I had a depression. That made me depressed. Then he told me to take some pills and fill out a form. That confirmed the reason I went there. Life sucks.
Then I went home and felt ackward. I decided to call a friend. My friend picked the phone up. I told him that the psychiatrist had told me I was depressed.I shouldnīt have done that.
My friend asked me alot of questions. I answered his questions. Then he went neurotic on me, and treated me like a disease which needed to be cured. Then I told him to go fuck himself.
I never talked to that friend again. He told my other friends. They told their friends who told their .
Nobody wants to talk to me now. I told my psychiatrist that last week. He told me that my depression was getting worse. Then he gave me some stronger pills, and alot of new forms to fill out.I shouldnīt have done that.I took the pills and filled out the forms.
Then my psychiatrist put me in this psychiatric ward iīm in today. The walls are white, and the straps are tight. I like it here. They say iīm going to be here for a long time.
I donīt mind. The nurses have nice tits, and they donīt ask questions.Thatīs what I did.
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