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 protection396ＰＥＮＡＮＡnPGgfvkt2e
"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 protection396ＰＥＮＡＮＡuPzxhSCrPF
"You don't know that!" Joy protested. "Chin up! This medication will work for sure!"copyright protection396ＰＥＮＡＮＡibJFk6w8Wx
Sadness sighed and leaned on the controls.copyright protection396ＰＥＮＡＮＡxYzO8wlwOR
Joy rolled her eyes and continued to brighten up headquarters.copyright protection396ＰＥＮＡＮＡJXqHorI466
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