I hate seeing the psychiatrist. He does not seem to know how to diagnose me. Damn fool, thar he is. How do some people get a M.D. He seems like the type to just let you figure out what you are, and go on that. I hate psychiatrists. They are so expensive. I can’t afford any of this mind-fooling stuff, actually. I didn’t come from a rich family. money wise. We were so rich in *love* and kinships. We always had one another when things got rough. Now, family is scattered every which way. The only real love is through internet contact. I’m not sad about this. I just miss the ol’ home where every year, I can always rely on siblings, or close siblings to be there for one another. To play and forget all about the emotions and turmoil of the everyday. That is my dream for this family. No head doctor can do this. Only each other.
“Dare to Dream Dream to Believe Believe to Succeed Succeed to be Happy” (this should be at the Olympics!)
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