Hey, you. Yeah, all you bitches. Fuck you.

I have never been so disappointed in all my years of therapy/med management as I am right now. You literally DISGUST me as professionals, all of you. Do you not take me seriously or something? Man, what the fuck was up with THAT? I just told you I can't eat a normal meal without wanting to cry and you're like, "Yes, you really do need to lose weight; I was getting concerned about you at your former weight." Concerned. CONCERNED?!?! FUCK YOU. I WAS CONCERNED WHY THE FUCK ELSE WOULD I DO IT? NOW I'M CONCERNED I FUCKING CAN'T STOP AND THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO OFFER?!?!

So I'm going to pull a Lumberg on you: "Yeeeeeah, if you could all just shut the hell up and go fuck yourselves that'd be greeeeeat."