Person a: I'm sad, like sad-sad. I don't feel like moving. Life is shitty. No one feels safe enough to be with.
Person b: Just go to therapy, do it like I do!
Person a: You go to therapy?
Person b: yeah sure, wattpad at three am full of lame love stories as I cry over one of the main characters dying, or sometimes both of them, with a tub of ice cream by my lap and a stash of chocolate.
Person a:
Person a:
Person a: Yeah, I think I'm good.
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To All The Tropes I Wanted To Write
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