Interlude- Psych Wars

My Psych appointment is in twenty five minutes. I haven’t even had a shower yet. I don’t want to go. I’m tired. I feel sick. I don’t like her. She’ll start proselytising.

I’m bubbling with a paralytic fury and alone like a shard of old driftwood on Sandymount which is where I wish I were now.

Dotty đź’‹

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