Reality is Frequently Inaccurate

Aw! I love animals! I had a naked cat once.. Well, it wasn’t actually my cat. But he was cute.. Sort of.

What kind of dog?

He's a total cutie.

Nothing else to say. -She turns and walks away.-

I left because I was your psychiatrist and I crossed a line, I crossed more lines than I was comfortable with and I fucking loved it. 

You didn't fucking have to up and leave like that. It was your choice. You didn't give me one. 

If I had been doing things for myself then I would have stayed… with you. -she sighs and looks away from her again- 

Yeah bullshit. You left because you can get in trouble, because it all would have come down on you. Because you didn't think it was worth it. I get it. Whatever. But you're the only one I've ever been able to open up to. You're the only one I've made progress with and you left. So no, it wasn't about me, obviously. 

I suppose that’s true.. I really wish they had better ice cream though.

You don't need to pretend that you did it for anyone but yourself. Its fine. I'm all hopped up on mood stabilizing drugs anyway, I can't remember how to be mad.

Yeah, I stopped taking their pills one time, but they found out and started injecting the sleep aid. As for food, I’m never a fan of hospital food. I miss mcdonalds.

Being locked up isn’t what bothers me.. It’s all the medication, they think it’s a requirement to sleep even if you don’t want to. Completely irrational if you ask me.