| Life isn't going good for you right now. You're getting a few grays here and there, and people are finally starting to see you receding hairline, no matter how much you try to cover it up with the "Preacher's Comb-over". Your mother has started charging you rent because you dropped out of college to have massive LAN parties with your internet friends who don't even visit for the parties, so you just sit alone in an empty basement pathetically with your mother's potato salad, chips, soda, and flat, off-brand beer. The last girl you tried to flirt with shortly thereafter proclaimed herself a lesbian for life.
What does it take to be certified as a therapist? | 
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