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i wish my thoughts would meld together.
they're kinda really sparratic. like popcorn.
my new counsellor is weird. and yet he seems to know more about me right now than i know about myself.
"i hope you're not here because your mom wants you to be."
"no"
"well do you want to be here?"
"no"
"then why did you come?"
"because i'm tired of feeling like this"
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