So, today I missed a doctors appointment. Not that I particularly care about missing the appointment in and of itself, but because the fucking practice charges me $50 for missing an appointment. Well, they really charge my parents, but I'm tired of this fucking nurse, who doesn't even have a doctorate, pretty much just a prescription pad and a spot in the practice, giving me a bunch of prescriptions for pills with neuro-chemicals that I have no clue what they even do, and quite frankly, I doubt she does either. I don't even know if the stuff I'm taking is experimental or not. All I know is, my parents are going to start bitching at me the moment they find out that I didn't go to the damned nurse and when I suggest that maybe I don't want all these chemicals dumped in to my body, which by this point is probably on the scale of the Warren County landfill circa the 1980's, their first idea is to change my pills to add more chemicals in to the mix. What the fuck? What kind of logic is that? That's like trying to put out a fire by dumping gasoline on top of it and hoping it smothers it! The idea is that I should be sticking with the stuff that works, and tweaking it because I'm paranoid for reasons that are not chemically influenced is stupid! I'm paranoid because of the fucking NSA, not because of some pill fucking up my neurochemistry! The cause is psychological, not psychiatric. There's a fucking distinction. I know you need to get a degree to be a nurse, I would think that she would know that it's a psychological issue, and not a psychiatric one that's causing it, because I'm telling her all she needs to know about it, and if she ever needed to know more, she could ask my therapist, who happens to be one of the doctors running the practice and in fact is one of the ones who founded it.

I think that about wraps up this rant. I've got to prepare myself to keep from hitting someone when my parents barge in to my room and yell at me for not going to the appointment.