I do not know if you have a psychologist like me or not. If you do, I want to know if she is as crazy as me
My psychologist is always with me. There is a phone camera in the toilet mirror in the glass of my room and in every reflection of me. You know she tolerance is not hard work as long as she does not repeat a single sentence and does not make my nerves weaker than they are.
Some time ago I was thinking that I wish I could remove all the reflections of the world so that I would not see her again.
I removed all the reflections from my room, but it is very difficult to remove the reflections of the world.
Yesterday I was covering the mirror of our toilet and my psychologist was constantly grinning at me in the mirror and repeating that disgusting sentence. Something like an Iranian poem that says in part
I can not escape my breath
And it's very painful for my free body to have a captive soul. What is the value of the freedom of the body when you are chained from within?
