"hey doc, i think im crazy"
My doctor glances at me from the notepad and halts his pen, raising his eyebrows at me.
"i think im crazy doc. I imagine situations that end up far from reality. I get angry alot and i come so close to killing myself. I am very depressed doc, 90 percent of the time, and i dont even know why the 10 percent makes me live"
He put his pen down and leans back, looking at me shrewdly. "whats the 10 percent?"
I smile and look outside the window
"im still trying to know it myself"
-3A.M
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