My mom tried getting me to do therapy again after 10 years cause she's finally noticed how depressed I've become rotting at home, well i tried that, found a toilet therapist in town at my local hospital, i was able to get 12 free sessions, i only went to the first one about a month ago which felt like it lasted like 5mins, i told her id schedule the next visit soon, yet went i tried that recently, she wouldnt pick up the fucking phone, and when i messaged the therapist on the medical portal, its now been ovER a week and she hasnt responded, and the thing is, when i shared my problems with her during the first session, i never mentioned the blackpill, hating toilets, and even being an inkwell, cause for sure she would have called the cops on me to arrest my inkwell ass, i dont undERstand why i even went in the first place, felt like a damn fool speaking to a toilet about my problems even if it was free, JFL brocels, just LDAR or rope instead of subjecting yourself to sitting in a uncomfortable chair in the corner of a room while a toilet glances at you once in awhile to ask a question, they dont give a fuck and neither should you. 
