Tristen: And I'm getting a therapist this year..

Therapist: You have one right now...

Tristen: you're lucky..

Tristen: no I'm not

Tristen: well, I have to survive by myself

*Tristen isnt aware of the therapist*

Tristen-: And I'm forced to have a therapist..

Tristen: you're lucky in that way..

Tristen-: I have had tons of them.. Therapists I mean

Therapist: yes tristen, I'm right here...

Tristen: well, at least people know you're getting help..

*tristen looks thoughtfull for a moment*

Tristen: people here are so dense to the extent that they don't see and won't know what a depressed person is until the person does something SOOO drastic like commit suicide...

Tristen:Anjeellllllinnnnnnne

Tristen:  what?

Tristen- I AM TO SUICIDE

Tristen: And thats how long it took them?

Therapist: Tristen...?

...Tristen laughs...

Tristen: They also know I'm Paranoid

Tristen: i've tried suicide like 3 times.. or more maybe?

Tristen: they still don't know..?

Therapist: Tristen, we do know, thats why you are here..

Tristen: I have Manic tendancies...

Tristen: yeah... sure you do..

Tristen: AND That I'm a skitzo YEAYNESS

Tristen: lucky i know how to grip my reality most of the times...

Tristen: hehe I don't know which reality is which most the time. I just take hold of one and run with it!

Tristen: really?

Therapist: Tristen, I am here for you.. whatever you feel you need to say... can you even hear me?

Tristen: how i wish i could do that..

Tristen: I wish I would stop it..

Tristen: just running away with one of those silly but seemingly-real personalities..

Tristen: It gets me in trouble sometimes..

Tristen: really?

Tristen: *giggle* yes

Therapist looks at the ceiling: God what a wrong choice of practise...

*Tristen Smiles*

Tristen-: I thought there was this ball right..

Tristen: uh huh

Tristen: And I was chasing it.. wee

Therapist: Really tristen.. interesting.... *jots stuff down*

Tristen: And there wasnt one ANDI ran into someone.. literaly. Thug person too..

Tristen laughs but then..: ooooooh-er...

Tristen- I bit my lip smiled, and was like

Tristen: then what?

Tristen: "sorry?" He glared..

Tristen laughs

Tristen: what else did he do after that? Glare and glare but didn't do anything?

Tristen: He hit me in the shoulder.. but I was fine..

Therapist..: Sorry tristen but our time is up...