My life is boring. My thoughts are boring. Why are you even reading this? Shouldn't you be in bed recovering from nervous realizations about the inner workings of your mind? And why are you afraid of them just because they're "inner"? This is a sex thing, isn't it? Stop bringing these stupid problems to me. I'm not a psychologist. I'm a doctor, goddamit, a medical doctor. You want pills? I'll give you some fucking pills. Just please, please, stop whining about your mother!
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