Due to unsatisfactory work, I was harassed by my superiors at school. I finally had a nervous breakdown and wanted to go to the hospital to talk to a psychiatrist to relieve my nervous headaches and inner trauma.
As a result, when he came to the psychology department, he mistook the middle-haired man in a white coat and round-rimmed glasses for a psychiatrist, and told him about his experiences in the workplace and his inner emotions in one breath, until...
"Doctor, what should I do? Is there any treatment to relieve my mood?"
"Sorry, I'm not the psychiatrist here. I'm just checking on my friend on duty."
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee???!!"
Why did I tell everything in one breath without asking clearly? I wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into!
"However, it's a good thing that you can express what is suppressed in your heart, and it's nice to meet you."
So, I got to know him like this...
Intent: short stories, career, life, love stories