I’m useless and unhappy. I meet with my psychiatrist in a week. I get to complain to him how unhappy I am then. I don’t know what his response will be. Maybe he’ll feed this bullshit to me, “It’s up to you to fill your life with meaning. i can’t do that for you. Pills can’t make you happy. We can stabilize you, but it’s up to you to find happiness.” He’s a retard. Give me the antidepressant, cunt.