Dear stranger

Another day

Dear stranger,

This world we live in is a filthy place. It's a goddamn filthy world.

I went to see my therapist today.

I'm always the one laying on the couch,constantly being asked the same questions again and again and again.

They all think I'm sad.

But am I really?

Or am I just a happy person living amongst sad people.

My therapist told me to write down my feelings in a little white book.

I asked her why.

'The process of writing something down can be a great way to figure out complex problems'

I told her I didn't have any problems, that I was a happy person living in a world of sad people.

She gave me one of her skeptical looks and the session ended.

Have you ever been to a therapist?

I always feel like it's the therapist that needs help.

Love always ,

Stranger.

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I'm not that good at writing so read at your own risk or actually just don't read cause Cba and blah blah blah