598 Anonymous 2010/09/29(Wed) 19:24:26 ID:Krc1BukL
When I was at high school, I often felt as if all the girls in my class were talking behind my back so I talked about it to my parents, crying like a little boy. They took me to the psychiatrist. He gave me some medication. Despite that, I started feeling as if even all the boys were speaking evil of me. I seriously thought like the medicine wasn’t working on me and I would go nuts and die soon.
At last I found the courage to talk about my mental sickness to my best friend, and he said “You’re not hearing things. All of the girls and boys are really talking about you like a shit. So just calm down, you aren’t mentally sick.” Good grief, I’m not mental!
