The next medication was worse. Symbalta didn't even care enough to fix the controls, and they were permanently a blue-green color. Sadness lamented about how they'd be better off dead often. It only took Joy 3 days to tell their mom about the dangers of the new medication. It was soon switched, along with their diagnosis. "Well, it's official! We don't have an anxiety disorder, we have a mood disorder," Joy said. "At least we're finally getting the right treatment!"copyright protection147ＰＥＮＡＮＡVpEs4hiJa9
"We're insane," Sadness said quietly. "You read the article, you know there's no cure for this sort of thing. We'll need to be medicated for the rest of our lives!"copyright protection147ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9rsfwjOsoo
"You don't know that!" Joy protested. "Chin up! This medication will work for sure!"copyright protection147ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2DSxut0fHH
Sadness sighed and leaned on the controls.copyright protection147ＰＥＮＡＮＡXC7C5bUnU5
Joy rolled her eyes and continued to brighten up headquarters.copyright protection147ＰＥＮＡＮＡw3wYj2i7vG
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