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// Dear Mr. Therapist  
// Story: Perfect 
// by HaloEssence111 
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Dear Dr. Stone,

It feels like every time I visit you, all you ever think about what's on your clipboard and when you'll be paid. Sometimes I think that if it wasn't for me, you would have gone out of business. You don't ever seem to be really listening to me.

But I've been thinking, hey, he's so good at staring at that clipboard, why wouldn't he want to just read my side of the story instead of making me talk about it? Plus, this is better than having to lie down on that stupid couch for an hour every Tuesday and Thursday.

See, I'm not the little damsel in distress that you seem to think I am. Yeah, I have problems, but let's face it, who doesn't? 

Believe it or not, this wasn't some sudden event. I didn't just wake up one morning and start throwing up. It all started with a fashion magazine...