I can't do anything right. I just can't do it. Why the hell does everything end in stress, pain, or trouble. I'm sick of all this shit. I can't make phone calls without people hanging up on me because they think i'm a prank caller. I can't talk to people face to face, because there always surrounded, and I can't say their name. I live with the
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