I was told therapy would help me feel better. I never believed those imbeciles. Then there was her.
Love at first sight they say, or was it lust at first strip? Doesn't matter.
Three drinks later and one night together I can't rid of her.
The insane bitch, moving in with me saying it was important for my character development.
So this is the story of me, the perfect human, and the therapist who is just as screwed up as me.