Its my turn to talk
THIS IS Missy AND I AM SO PISSED OFF. EVERYONE GET OUT OF MY WAY AND LISTEN. NOW.
i am so pissed off.oh fuck off everyone and get the HELL OUT OF MY WAY so I can write. I don’t care what you think. Shut your fat mouths and quit WHINING!
I just got back from Dr x’s office. SO WHAT? I went to see her. I am ALWAYS the one who goes to see her. I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like it you guys. I don’t see any of you volunteering to go.
I want OFF all of these medications. ALL OF THEM. I don’t need medications.
LISTEN TO ME:
THIS IS MY BODY! MINE! And I do not want to take any medications anymore. I told Dr x today. I tried to be NICE about it. I tried even being Caroline-like about it. I tried to sound like pilgrim (even though, JEEESUZ you sound so PATHETIC)… telling her I wanted to start taking control over my life, setting boundaries, wanting to do things on my own without medications—which is stuff I KNOW you guys have been discussing. But no now you guys are all whining because I went ahead and TOLD her that…fucking babies. Well of course Dr x(who is apparently the expert on ME and MY BODY and my LIFE) wasn’t happy that I’ve been cutting down on your meds (yes, I have been… who cares? You guys should have been paying more attention, losers.) How about being clear-headed for ONCE? Youre so lost in your foggy little heads that you don’t even know WHAT the fuck is going on. So go ahead and blame this mess on me but you know what, I am just trying to get things to the way they SHOULD be. Jesus fucking Christ. I am so tired of living with you. THIS IS MY BODY. MINE! I WANT OUT OF HERE! I want to talk to the therapist. I want to be like dad is and be able to call down to her office and demand that she gets on the phone--- that’s what works for dad. But NO she is on VACATION.
I HATE YOU GUYS!
Dr x asked if I’ve had any anxiety or suicidal thoughts. I said “not me personally.” See… I even threw her a bone there…she could have said “what do you mean ‘not you personally’?” And then I could have explained to her that I, Missy, have NEVER had any of that shit…I would have happily explained to her that you guys are the losers and that I am completely separate from you.
I AM SERIOUS. I WANT TO GET AWAY FROM THEM. I HATE THEM. THEY ARE RUINING MY LIFE!
Posted by pilgrim | Filed under: Biofeedback
