My life in a nutshell.
I'm going to see my psychologist in a little while. I think this is gonna be the last session every session he assumes I'm wrong and not seeing things as they are.
He has a memory like a dead goldfish yet he assumes its me that gets things wrong.
There is not greater critic of me than me. But I know I'm right on this.
He wont accept it though. Even when he's wrong he uses the patronising "Is that how you feel I'm sorry about that". Not I'm sorry I'm wrong he doesn't own his faults.
I know he's the last chance saloon for me I was "Lucky" to get him I'm told what with all the cutbacks.
So that's me fU@ked then i guess.
No one'll miss me I've contributed nothing to the world.
I'm wasting his time hes wasting mine
He'll be better off looking after his kids than adding to my issues.
if i wasn't a coward I'd take the leap into infinity
You never know
It's one small leap for me one huge relief for mankind