I've lost so much weight. When will this torment end.

Went to the psychiatrist in the afternoon. While waiting for my turn, I felt scared as usual. I read Prozac Nation which I thought was ironic as hell. Looking at the different patients streaming in and out with their parents or friends, I decided to entertain myself by guessing who the crazy one was. After a while I got the hang of it and concluded that the crazy ones always had the longest hair, talked the least and wore black..Really standing out from their friends who accompanied them. And with the receptionist who spoke in the loudest voice, making every patients' name, diagnosis and medicine procedure audible to all the other nutcases around, I realised that the guy sitting opposite me all along was my primary school friend. I hid my face in my cap and pretended to fall asleep.

Quote:" You're not stupid Eugene. " " oh yes I am "