This is odd. Part of this is in my AOL profile. Why do so many people come to me? ._. I guess I’ve gotten better at helping people, really only over IM though, not so good face to face. This isn’t really a poem. Not really prose either, so whatever.

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Your personal psychologist is here

Checking out? Checking in?

Why are you coming to me?

No, I don’t care what you’re saying

Be quiet, I don’t care!

Why do you want me to help you?

I can’t even help myself

You came back again

Why?

Why do you keep doing this?

Why are you doing this to yourself?

I can’t help you. I can’t.

Now go away.

I don’t want your money. Go away.

Why are you still here?

Why do you keep thinking I’m “saving” you?

Stop making my life difficult.

I will hire a body guard if you don’t leave this room.

I quit this job a month ago!

What do you not understand?

Leave. Me. Alone.

I have a life too, you know!

….No I don’t….

All right.

How can I help you stop crying?

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ShadowSpirit ’04