DESPITE THE RIDICULE FROM YOUR PIERS, YOU DECIDE TO GO TO THERAPY... IT GOES WELL, AND YOUR THERAPIST IS ABLE TO DIAGNOSE YOU WITH BIPOLAR DISORDER; YOU ARE PRESCRIBED ANTIDEPRESSANTS FOR YOUR CRIPPLING BIPOLAR; IM... NOT SAD? IM NOT SAD!!! WHY CANT I FEEL ANYTHING? WHY CANT I FEEL HAPPY; WHATS WRONG WITH ME; I CANT GO BACK TO BEING SAD, BUT I CANT KEEP THIS UP; OH GOD LET ME FEEL SOMETHING!!! MALE, BLOOD TYPE AB+, WEIGHT 145LBS. EXCESSIVE BLOOD LOSS.
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