Why is it that every time I breathe I seem to screw up? Why can't people mind their own damned business? Why can't I ever do anything right? If I could, right now I'd be driving as far away as I could from this hell hole town. I'd be away from everyone that could find anything that makes me a screw-up, and I could just be alone. Why can't people just leave me the hell alone?
AdmiralJaneDoe Community Member 
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