32. Frisk told me to be genuine when we went to this stupid thing. Welp, I tried. Partially. It started out with a questionnaire I had to fill in. I told her I didn't need it because the doctor SHOULD know what my problem is, but she explained that EVERYONE has to fill those out. It's stupid if you ask me, but at least I filled that dumb questionnaire and I filled it HONESTLY. Though, the nurse thought I was exaggerating when she read my responses. Everybody else thought I was exaggerating when I threatened to kick her ASS! Oh, sorry. I'm sorry your childhood was just so WONDERFUL and you had no problems WHAT SO EVER. Guess that's why you work at that damn DUMP! Hee Hee Hee!

Anyways, when we FINALLY got around to see that stupid therapist, it was almost TWO HOURS. Geez, what the hell were they doing in there!? And - may I ask again - why is my therapist a HUMAN!? An OLD human at that, with horrible hair like Donald Trump! He looked at me like I was some kind of animal. Now I know I'm a flower and everything, but can't I please have SOME RESPECT? Just because I don't have a SOUL doesn't mean I don't know when I'm being looked down upon.

Oh wait, I DO have a SOUL, according to Alphys. It's barely anything, though.

I guess that's not the worst part, however. The worst part was what they diagnosed me with. He said I had nothing. Nothing! As if nothing is wrong with me at all. Boy, some help YOU are. He just said I had a "behavioral problem" and that I did the whole questionnaire wrong, saying that "Only a much older person would be feeling all of these things at once. You obviously did not take this questionnaire seriously." I wanted to kill him. I wanted to kill him SO. BADLY. I wanted to do something! Why should I sit there and TAKE IT!? WHY? WHY did I sit there and take it? I could have KILLED THAT DINGUS! My insides were burning, like bomb about to explode. I was about to regurgitate my entire existence so far onto all of these people and I wouldn't even care. I'd tell him my childhood, my death, all the deaths after that, and how I destroyed the entire underground. SEVERAL TIMES. Of course, I didn't tell him THAT. I simply dug my thorns into his desk while telling him that his hair looked stupid. Because it did. He then prescribed me some medicine to help "calm me down". He said since I have a mouth, I could take it, but it's an experimental drug, because of something about monster mental health being underdeveloped. Even for monsters.

Anyways, I'm home now. They said I have to start taking it tomorrow. Meanwhile, Sans, Frisk, and I are watching the news and everyone's standing a little on end. Several months ago, Sans and I covered up a murder and... I think they found the body. They said the police were going to conduct an investigation regarding that...

Okay, good luck with that. Not that they're going to find anything. I'm a flower and Sans didn't even touch the body. Whoever those poor loved ones are, it sure sucks to be them. They do got one thing going for them, though. At least they're not me.

33. Toriel said I should show Dr. DINGUS my drawings. Yeah. Sure. Like I'd let HIM see my drawings. What is he going to tell me? That it's NORMAL? Pictures of all the ways I could kill my NOT sibling and everyone else? I told them it was a bad idea. I TOLD THEM!

34. Also, I don't like the idea of taking medicine. Even if it is to try and make me "behave". What? Are the lack of RESETS too good for you? I need to take PILLS, too!? When am I getting that SOUL medicine, anyway?

Oh yeah, Alphys said something about SOUL medicine possibly being a thing. She said she'd look into that for me. Not that I care. It's probably just a bunch of baloney, anyway.

And about Gaster. Golly, I haven't heard from him in long while. Maybe he's finally backed off. See Gaster, I'm not the uncontrollable killer you THINK I am. The desire I have to keep or destroy another person's life is completely at my command. Even now that I'm both powerless and on the surface, I could still destroy or rebuild this world however I please.

I would refrain from boasting if I were you. Not even you are aware of the CORE you have constructed and are about to fall into.

SHUT UP AND GET OUT OF MY JOURNAL!

35. That's weird... It's almost noon and I feel so... drowsy. I'm trying to stay awake while Papyrus is finishing this puzzle and I'm having a hard time. It doesn't help that I've seen this spiel before, either. I think I

36. AUGH, I DROOLED ALL OVER MY KEYBOARD! Eeeew! Now Papyrus is nagging at me and I WISH HE'D STOP. CALLING. ME. ASRIEL!

You know what? SCREW IT. I'm going to bed! I don't even like this puzzle, anyway.