When I was younger, I didn’t believe in psychology at all.  It look sort of a girl thing to relate reality more to thoughts and words than to action.  At university studying literature, I was fiercely opposed to any form of psychological reading.  The diazepam online buy valium cheap no prescription psychology at work when reading is that of the readers, not that of the author.  There is no external truth that can come to you through reading directly, because it is always first filtered through the mind of the reader.  The result of reading (often, for me, this is a piece of writing) can only contain some truth about the reader.  Still, I believe this truth, however flimsy, is the only piece of ‘truth’ cheap celexa online that can be had in this life.

-Who are you to criticize everybody and everything?
-I don’t know who I am, so I am just trying to be ‘me’ in my confrontation with reality.

I visited some psychiatrists, looking for truth about me, but it seemed like such an endless path to explain everything, before then surrendering to a “now you tell me what to do” that would never work. So, despite all, I had to conclude that

a psychiatrist is a psychiatric patient who has managed to turn their therapy into a financial enterprise.

"You really can't draw fuck, but the text are kinda funny." -- "I don't draw cartoon because I have something to say, but to find out what I've got to say."
“You really can’t draw fuck, but the text are kinda funny.” — “I don’t draw cartoon because I have something to say, but to find out what I’ve got to say.”

Confessions I

It’s quite close to unbearable to find that when you stare at your hero’s for long enough, once you succeed in seeing their bad side, and you take a close look at just that, you see yourself. It’s about the people that make a fool out of me, without prescription order doxycycline cheap antibiotics even knowing me. Those that show me every day how pointless life is, that it is about buy celexa 10 mg living with this anguish every day, not about dreaming of escaping it.

That’s why it’s best to just keep on writing, no matter where it leads, as the truth is not out there, but in here. This confrontation with the world that everybody tells me is useless, is not about helping the world, but about finding my own peace. I’ve wasted years looking in other people’s corners…