how about you take your meds for me?” “There’s no point.” “Why do you think that?” Seriously. Stop talking, James. Stop talking, now. “They don’t work.” “They do.” “No, they don’t.” “Why not? How do they make you feel?” “Like a robot. A useless robot.” I don’t want to talk to him. He’s just such a sarcastic arsehole I can’t seem to help myself. “Okay, answer this honestly. Did you decide they make you feel like a robot while you were taking them, or after you stopped?” “What’s that got to do with it?”
