Me: No one out there really gives a shit, do they?
Voices: Wow, you are just starting to figure that out-brilliant arent we?
Me: I'm mean, look at my house, a complete pit, look at me, a complete mess, and the world just keeps on turning.
Voices: Yeah, so?
Me: I might as well do what I want to, it isn't going to matter in the end to anyone but me.
Voices: What about us? What are we, chopped liver?
Me: You can stay, but you have to behave. And you have to be on MY side from now on.
Voices: What what what?
Me: Yes, you have to encourage me, not bring me down. It's called "Positive Self Talk".
Voices: Oh great, you've been taking your Prozac again haven't you.....
4 comments:
Hahaha.
Exactly the scenario.
But the doggies must help, no? If I had a doggie I think I'd be less down.
The dogs are the only thing that keeps me going. How can we work it so you can get a dog? A dog is the best medicine ever!
my doggie's my life, and my prozac too! ha ha.
I couldn't get by without either of them.
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