Logic tells me I have a clinical disease of the brain.
Logic tells me I sometimes do or say inappropriate things.
Logic tells me that I have dysfunctional instincts that don't always react in a helpful way.
Logic tells me I'm medicated for all these reasons, and to take my meds consistently.
Logic tells me sometimes the things I do or say bother other people.
Logic tells me I need help, because I'm not fully equipped to treat myself alone.
Logic also tells me that sometimes, doing my best, just isn't enough.
Logic tells me other people have their own lives and own struggles and make their own decisions.
Logic tells me it's not always personal.
Logic tells me I'm technically undermedicated, reminding me that I chose that as a tradeoff so that I could still do music.
Logic is a smartass, but it's usually right.
But logic can only tell me the truth - it cannot cure the disease.

It's times like these, I really don't want to have a disease anymore.
Logic tells me I can't always get what I want.