In the beginning, it was yellow. It so small, so teeny tiny, as long as an ant, but a little fatter. Yellow is a good color, so I didn't mind. I would have rathered it be red, but you take what you get. I was a good girl and remembered about it every night without fail. I happily and patiently waited for it to make me suddenly wake up a new person-a calm, happy, normal person. But it didn't happen. The big people got impatient. They said NO NO NO, she needs more more more! That's when it turned pink. The pink was a little bigger, but still so small and cute. The pink color bothered my eyes, so I shut my eyes when I took them. I needed two of these ones. I knew that there would be a change now! Yes yes yes, said the big people, you will change and that's good good good. And I did change. I lost the wild eyed, frantic look. I quit flinching when people touched me. My muscles no longer had to prepare to suddenly tense at any little sound. My voice level went down a few decibels. But there were no drastic changes. I was pretty much the same. The hair was still pulled from my head. The fidgeting persisted. The anxiousness and worry stayed. The self control never set in. One of the big guys was furious. She said NO NO NO this cannot do. She must be cured cured cured! But another big guy said to be patient, it takes long long long. But she could not wait. She was very mad at me. Why the hell wasn't it working? I wasn't trying, I never try! I'm a failure, a mistake, a burden to society, an albatross around their neck! I tried and tried to change, but it just wasn't working. Now everything is torn apart. No one likes a failure, so now I am alone. Alone and hated. I hate myself too. It's hard to love yourself when no one else does. I don't like this change. I don't like it at all. Damn those little pink pills.
Really Im ok !
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Really Im ok !

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