According to my psychologist, I do not suffer from clinical, or major depression.
She does however, say that I am depressed. Because I do enjoy pleasurable activities like normal morons do and am not bipolar, there'll be no drugs for me. I have no chemical imbalance. I'm just sad.
"You need to seek good times and pleasurable activities, Greck," Doc says, "or suffer."
GR, "So I have a choice?"
Doc, "It's up to you."
Me, Not completely. Thank you, doctor."
Hmm. Fuckin' SOL.
What a waste of time. Only made me feel worse. God damnit.
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