sometimes I even forget about how good I actually am at fooling these people. They are so convinced that I am getting better, that now I would go home everyday smiling and loving life. They mock my tears and my endless mood swings but I mock their stupidity that they think my sorrows can be alleviated so soon. I can't stop snorting my Ritalin even though it doesn't do much for me at least its something, at least it is something I can rely on, somehow the presence of chemicals in my body satisfies me, reassures me
