The Doctor will see you now.

All people are afraid.
No one knows what they're doing.
Everything's getting worse.
Some people deserve to die
Your money is worthless.
No one is properly dressed.
At least one of your children will disappoint you.
The system is rigged.
Your house will never be completely clean.
All teachers are incompetent.
There are people who really dislike you.
Nothing is as good as it seems.
Things don't last.
No one's paying attention.
Your world is dying.
And your God doesn't care.

You're a man/woman out of time, out of hope and out of f*cks. If you were invited to this den of iniquity, you are not special, you are not unique, you are just another figurative cog in a machine. But here, you can speak to me about that and I will pretend to care, as I have my own problems to deal with and cannot be bothered with your insignificant banter. Please direct all questions about schedulling appointments to my non-existant secretary and if you have any complaints, speak to the head of my complaints department that also does not exist.

Because here at Snippy's Clinical Depression Office, the patient is always forgotten about.. And my ♥♥♥♥♥.