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"Time waits for no man"

(… even Charlie)

From The Medieval play Everyman regarding Death.

Chapter 1.Depression is rage spread thin. – Paul Tillich

Pain. Not physical but emotional. The kind that eats you up inside and threatens to tear you apart. Nobody understands me, not even all the shrinks Charlie's sent me to. Bunch of nincompoops. Like a person drowning the only thing that could save me is him. In other words I'm depressed.

Charlie and I were having another screaming match. "That's it! I'm sending you back to the mental institute!"

"YOU CAN'T MAKE ME GO BACK!"

"I can, ya wanna know why? For I am . . . Darth Vader!"

"STOP TRYING TO DISTRACT ME!"

"I KNEW IT WOULDN'T WORK….." Walking off he used his puppy dog eyes . . . damn him.

There was no way I was going back there, not again. The food was disgusting. I'll show HIM I can survive, if it's the last thing I do.

School . . . my own personal hell. Every day I have to look at that empty table were THEY sat. There was a new kid in school his name was Reginald Redford. He kept staring at me throughout the day. Creep. All I need is another weirdo following me around all day, first Mike, now Reginald.

Reginald has some weird fascination with me, one day he came up to me for no reason and said, "I have a secret, my real name is Reginald Aardvark, I'm from Transylvania, I'm a VAMPIRE!" I ran out screaming, "Not another one!"

In my next class I get weird looks from people because of lunch with Reginald. I don't care what they think.