A Doctors Visit

A mentally ill patient talks to their therapist. They may or may not need to seek further advice....

Clearly I have too many emotions to flood onto this blank page that I can't keep them all straight. Granted, nothing I ever do is straight but oh well, oh well. I can't keep my feelings from flooding the town. My town. Me. All of me. This s**t; it keeps me from being myself. And if I don't let it out, I will eventually erupt like a goddamn volcano. Or an overdue pregnancy. Or my cat after it eats the houseplants. Point is, I cannot go on living as a "bottle" or whatever. I. Need. Help. Doesn't it feel good to be self aware! I am super unstable, and let me tell you, it feels so goddamn incapacitating, I can just feel all of my freedom being washed down the goddamn drain, you know? Man, I hope I can pull myself together soon. I don't want to have to go to like, a.. a.. a hospital or whatever. That would be bad. They don't even feed you right in there, what a goddamn place to be, you know? Well doc, it's been great talking to you, but I have to go if I wanna make it back in time to watch my show. Wanna do next week? Or if not- oh well, I'll just let you call me. Seeya, shrink!