Doctors

He says you may want to see a doctor.

She says you will need a doctor.

They say you should go to see a doctor.

The world says you must see a doctor.

Only I know, after I met doctors a year ago, two years ago. I asked for help for doctors from all around the world.

I was shocked. I was shocked. I was shocked.

Doctors make me live strongly.

But the reason...I kept it for a secret since then.

I just live happily. Everyone is happy.

But nobody knows my secret. I buried it in my castle.

Now my castle is blown by a strong wind.

The secret comes out.

It’s original work, after strong critical thinking. I promise you, using...using my 4.0 GPA in mathematics, using my....emmm....National Scholarship, using my....emmm...the words from a Nobel Prize Winner!!!! Using all I have and all the evidences you want to see.

The doctors are ill. The world is ill.

Doctors kill people, the world kills people, and medication punishes people.

All the people are saved because of themselves.

Lots of innocent lives, are dead.

They are dead because of one people, two people, a crowd, the world. Because of doctors, nurses, psychiatrists, psychological scientists. Because they love this world way too much, they are killed.

The world doesn’t welcome the ones who love this world, not to say, way too much.

But few are alive. You know what, they are the greatest people of all human kind, of all the living things.

They are the Greatest of All Time.

Out of them, some are very silent, some are very noisy, some love screaming, some love crying, some love singing, some love drawing, some love thinking, some love science.

Out of them, it’s me.

I love this world just like what I loved it before.

Like nothing happened.

But it is rare.

Lots of people have been killed, are being killed, and will be killed.

Only because they don’t know some techniques.

I’m lucky. I know science, arts, people, animals, universe. I don’t want to shock people. They will be worried for their stupidity and ugliness.

I hate ugliness. I don’t hate stupidity.

I even know advanced techniques.

Don’t do harm to people.

Live sensitively.

Don’t let them find you.

Don’t let them find the true you.

It’s dangerous outside.

Find a lover, love her.

Even I thought she did not love you.

But I’m tired.

I don’t want to hide. I internalized all the techniques.

I can be everybody.

So I came out. Like a LGBT.

No no no, don’t worry!!!

I love girl!!!

Please consider me!!!

And, I took the medication, for you!!!!