This mall was actually extraordinarily big. I have been in many malls, never this one. It had stores with every possible category of items you could think of. Except guns and stuff, for apparent reasons. I can't lie, being dragged around a mall by many beautiful women was, what they call, fun. It is the first time I've actually had fun in years. While searching for nice shirts, my cell phone rings. "Hello?" I say after I push the answer button. "Where are you Andrew!?" Crap. Tiana. I'm so sick of her trying to take care of me. "None if your ******* business Tiana. Stop trying to control me." I hang up the phone and everyone stares at me. "Is that your girlfriend Andrew?" Sharon says in a most melancholy tone. "No! It's my, well, acquaintance, Tiana. She is the friend that makes me go see a psychiatrist." "Oh go-I mean I'm so sorry!" I went through shopping it an upmost awkward silence. I was wondering what she was about to say. Finally I got tired of wondering, so I asked belligerently. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> To be continued... Tell me your thoughts, and I will update later.
"What were you going to say?" I asked sternly as I pulled her to a stop. "Nothing!" "Listen, I know I'm depressive, unsocial, and have a lack of respect for everyone. And not wanting to tell me is perfectly acceptable. But the fact is, I actually care! I want to know what you're thinking! I care about you!" Did those words come out of my mouth? All these years of depression, and non-caring melancholy attitude, with a lack of trust for anyone! I somehow cared for her. Maybe I was just attached to this kind stranger, who was decent enough to show respect for a person in trouble with himself. Her lustrous efforts to bring me back to sanity were actually working. "I can't tell you right now, I'm sorry!" After her reply I ran out the front door of the mall, walked to Tiana's, and held a knife to my throat. I was tempted, I was sad, angry, not able to control my emotions. Not the most conventional way to die, but it would work. I wasn't sure if I could do it.
Before I could do anything, I slammed the knife on the table, initially breaking the handle off the blade. I was angry, and couldn't take the fact she wouldnt tell me. She was the first person I've ever truly cared about. *1 month later* Sitting in the same office for a countless number of time is nauseating. Getting questions about how you feel, and is there any problems in your life right now. Honestly, why would I tell a psychiatrist I don't even like if there was? "You need to accept help sometime, Andrew." "No, I don't. Especially not from you. You're here to "help" but I still feel the urge of wanting to die. You're not doing your job, and I'd really like to leave. Forever." After a long conversation of my emotional pain for having to go here, I finally went out of the room and sat on the curb. It was dark out, we had a late appointment. I sat on the curb in deep thought analyzing my life, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I sat there for an hour just staring out into space, before I finally figured out, I don't know who I am. Sure, I know my name, and every other common thing, but I don't really know who I am. I needed to figure it out, but I don't know how. Now I'm stuck in this world of melancholy. I went to Tiana's, and sat watching TV, as she came in and said she had to tell me something. I thought it was another appointment until she told me what it actually was. She said a girl named Shelby is on the phone for me. I haven't seen her, or spoken to her in a month. I didn't want to either.
Before I could do anything, I slammed the knife on the table, initially breaking the handle off the blade. I was angry, and couldn't take the fact she wouldnt tell me. She was the first person I've ever truly cared about. *1 month later* Sitting in the same office for a countless number of time is nauseating. Getting questions about how you feel, and is there any problems in your life right now. Honestly, why would I tell a psychiatrist I don't even like if there was? "You need to accept help sometime, Andrew." "No, I don't. Especially not from you. You're here to "help" but I still feel the urge of wanting to die. You're not doing your job, and I'd really like to leave. Forever." After a long conversation of my emotional pain for having to go here, I finally went out of the room and sat on the curb. It was dark out, we had a late appointment. I sat on the curb in deep thought analyzing my life, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. I sat there for an hour just staring out into space, before I finally figured out, I don't know who I am. Sure, I know my name, and every other common thing, but I don't really know who I am. I needed to figure it out, but I don't know how. Now I'm stuck in this world of melancholy. I went to Tiana's, and sat watching TV, as she came in and said she had to tell me something. I thought it was another appointment until she told me what it actually was. She said a girl named Shelby is on the phone for me. I haven't seen her, or spoken to her in a month. I didn't want to either.
My bad, I meant Sharon... I need to turn autocorrect off. It always changes it to Shelby, and I forgot to correct it... >.<