TM 224: We're all mad here.
...who are you? Again and again. Who are you? Who are you?
What did you answer?
I didn't. I don't know.
No answer at all? Not even a quiet one?
No. I said no.
Everybody's someone, Wanda.
And I can tell you who they are. Do you know why you do this?
Do what?
Listen to people like me.
Because I can help and I want to try.
No. Because no one listened to you when you were mixed up. You think if you listen to enough fucked up people you will finally believe it's not you. We're all fucked up. You're not special.
But you are?
I wish I wasn't.
Have you ever tried to turn that spotlight of yours on yourself?
It doesn't work.
Maybe you just need a little time. Some people believe we are given the gifts we have because we are able to wield them. No one is given a burden too great.
There's something so sad about the way the waves crash upon the sand.
What?
Did you ever look up into the sky and wish it would burn up? Or fall on you?
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Patient Notes: Maximoff, Wanda
Therapy is progressing.
Slowly.
What did you answer?
I didn't. I don't know.
No answer at all? Not even a quiet one?
No. I said no.
Everybody's someone, Wanda.
And I can tell you who they are. Do you know why you do this?
Do what?
Listen to people like me.
Because I can help and I want to try.
No. Because no one listened to you when you were mixed up. You think if you listen to enough fucked up people you will finally believe it's not you. We're all fucked up. You're not special.
But you are?
I wish I wasn't.
Have you ever tried to turn that spotlight of yours on yourself?
It doesn't work.
Maybe you just need a little time. Some people believe we are given the gifts we have because we are able to wield them. No one is given a burden too great.
There's something so sad about the way the waves crash upon the sand.
What?
Did you ever look up into the sky and wish it would burn up? Or fall on you?
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Patient Notes: Maximoff, Wanda
Therapy is progressing.
Slowly.