I can always imagine myself on that chair, facing the ceiling and pouring out all of my deepest worries. The dude nods a few times in approval and tells me what I can do to make it all better and he gives me a neon bandaid to heal my wounds. I leave the room with a lollipop and a big smile on my face. All better. OKAY SCRATCH THAT, haha, daydreamer
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