I went to a shrink today. And despite sweating all over and shaking, being completely nervous, he gives me written test to diagnose that theres nothing wrong with me. He left the room as i did the test, and i didnt even understand what half the questions were asking. I was too nervous to ask what they were, and i left the shrink worse off than before. I went to the shrink feeling confident maybe i might get help, and left the shrink feeling suicidal all over again. WTF is up with shrinks, do they even have a degree, or do they simply know how to tally up a personality quiz????
Im feeling so suicidal now, because i just had a bitch at my only friend, im downing off crack, i havent had a cigerette or weed in a while and just feel soooo tired. I hate this world im living in. Its sucks so much not having anyone to support you, or anyone who understands you. Right now im talking to a computer, how desperate is that?
Life starts in a testicle, but it only gets worse!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Is there a reason near death experiences are so beautiful??????