I’m really worried
about my hair.
It won’t grow.

I can’t get a job
because of my
hair, you know.

I’m really upset
today. I don’t
know why I’m

here. I don’t want to
answer any
of your dumb

questions because I
don’t have mental
problems. I

have a feeling in
the back of my
teeth. I need

a dentist. I don’t
need a shrink. My
plan is to

live with my boyfriend
in Bel Air. We
were going

to get married. But
my hair caught fire.
How will I

make friends now? I’m not
whatever the
shrink tagged me.