Counseling

I went to my psychiatrist appointment Friday afternoon.

I DON’T NEED FUCKING COUNSELING.
It stresses me the fuck out.

They say they want to “help” me, but they do everything but.
(sending me to counseling is the opposite of help, thankyouverymuch)
Trying to control me into doing what they want me to do is not going to fix a damn thing…but they’re too fucking ignorant to see that on their own and too fucking arrogant to listen to me; their heads are way too far up their asses, and that can’t be healthy.
They say they “care” about me but they don’t listen to a damn thing that I say.

I guess they’ll finally figure it out when I kill myself.
Better fucking luck on the next one.