Some of the more hilarious extracts from the diary I was asked to keep by the psych for the last two weeks:
"Lots of new people to meet today - stuck with my head constantly analyzing every thought and action wondering if it was correct. Should I stay and talk? They're not here to see me. It'd be rude to leave. I really want to go but now I have to talk to them. I don't know anything about this person. This is not a good time for me to he trying to make an impression on people. I never know what to say here. Oh sex, this is good, this I can do, sex is easy, I'm good at sex. Oh god they're going to want to sleep or talk after aren't they. I'm rubbish at both. I'll just lie here till they're asleep and then go to the bathroom and then back to playing my game."
"Everyone is dumb. Everyone annoys me. God why can't they all just fuck off and die, can't they see how much I hate them all ... I smashed 2 glasses. Threw them at the wall. Had to clear it up of course. Don't want to warn them."