Teenaged girl: I think I'm depressed. I have so many problems.
Me:No you aren't, I can tell.
Teenaged girl: No, I am. You just don't
understand.
Me: No, you don't understand. You don't know the science of depression. You need to be analyzed by a
psychological proffesional to really determine it.
Teenaged girl: Whatever, I'm just going to talk about
cutting myself and my friends who cut themselves to sound cool.
Me: Okay, have a fun, fake life.