Disclaimer: One day, I will rule the world, and everyone may bow before me, and I will buy the rights…but that day is not today.*
Warnings: Same as before. More language, y'all! And be patient, Harry will come in his own time. Try as you (and I) might, but you can't fucking rush the cocky bastard! Dang him!
Apr. 10, 2012
St. Gabriel's Home for the Mentally Disturbed, Room 13, Right wing
Today sucked ass. And not just any kinda ass, I mean stinkin' dirty ass! Why, you ask? Cuz of fucking group therapy, that's fucking why! Off all the stupid things I've seen and participated in, that was one of the most fucking stupid ones ever! I mean, seriously, what sick, wacked, psycho douche-bag came up with this shit? It's like shouting out your deepest fears for any fucking jack who kept his ears open to take advantage of! How fucking stupid is that? Pretty darn, I say.
And they were all like, "sharing your feelings will help you get them out of your system so you can move on with your life!" There has never been such a fucking load of bull since the serpent in the garden, I swear! For starters, they act like your feelings are valuable, and thus to be "shared", but, let's be honest, no fucking person here wants to hear your fucking problems! They have a fucking shitload of it themselves, they don't need yours mucking up their life! Secondly, how is telling you that, oh, I dunno, say my dad fucked me when I was too young to stop gonna help you? I mean, he still fucked you, whether you blurt it out for everyone to hear or not! I mean really, simple pre-school logic here, fellas! And finally, what fucking life are you gonna move on with! They only send you to ole St. Gabe's when they think you're incurable and a threat to all the decent, hard working, sane folks out there. So even if you act as normal as…I dunno, whatever is a standard for normal-ness, God knows I had none of those in my life, they're still gonna keep you locked in here with the rest of the loonies!
So, I mean really, group therapy is a lie from the devil, and I, Dean Winchester, shall not fall for it! I shall remain the same, staunch and firm in my belief, resolute and unforgiving.
…What? Sammy isn't the only Winchester who knows big words, damnit! I mean, it's not like he patented the damn thing! Sheesh, people!
TBC…
AN: Here's the next chappie, chickies. Hope you like! Damn, I missed my resolution; it's 15 past 12! Damn again! But, in my defense, we went out to have lunch at twelve with this couple that I wanted to see again, and then, seeing as I had been stupid and agreed for us all to go in one car, my parents dragged me around all day until we went to dinner with another family that I wanted to see. Keep in mind that we got home at around 11 and I wanted to take a shower first, and that I woke up at about ten thirty. So yeah, busy day, this was the best I could do. Enjoy, biatches!
*(For those wondering when I will change my disclaimer, well, when I get new inspiration, I will, but for now, this works. And I love that quote!)