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I'm unlovable. I'm too much effort. No one should have to deal with me.

Maybe if I weren't so mentally damaged, I can actually keep people that care about me in my life instead of just driving them away

I'm never anyone's first choice. Or second. Or third. In fact, I'm barely a second or third thought let alone choice

I realize that I'm just a clingy piece of garbage. I'm hard to be around and that why no one wants to be around me....

I love eating a McChicken in my car, parked on the campus parking lot and crying while I eat it

Hi, I'm new and I'm depressed as fuck