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I might just as well watch telly a little longer, until the credit is over, or while my time away reading the same book for the umpteenth time, or simply look out of this dirty window. Whatever, but having to put up with this bunch of morons.
I’m not sure what I’m doing at this institution. I hopelessly strive to show doctors there’s nothing wrong in my head, and they will only take notes and look at me in sheer disbelief.
They won’t understand I had no other choice: always the same hostile, rageful countenances stalking, conspiring daily against me on the train platform. I could hear their menacing voices whisper evil plots; they would hover around me like a swarm of bees.
I had to set things right. And that’s why I gave them a little push.