Let's be real here, my inner monologue is a total train wreck. I swear, sometimes my thoughts are on overdrive. Like, the drama in here is enough for a soap opera. I'm telling you, finding a therapist is my top priority right now. Deep breaths, that's the trick But seriously, a therapist sounds amazing/totally necessary/like the best idea ever

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