Give some fun

I was born in 2012 on March 2. My mother was just surprised at me: I was a super-child for her; I didn't climb anywhere, I was never sloppy, and I was very smart. But then I experienced a very bad disease: rotovirus (who was ill with it, they will understand). Because of this disease, vomiting and sitting in the toilet every time. Then when I was 2 years old, I went to kindergarten, and to be honest, I hated dolls like you hate me now. That's the thing: BARBIE WAS A HORROR STORY EVEN FOR ME AT 7-5 YEARS OLD! But... at the age of 6, I had a too strong turn. Of course, I loved school, but everyone hated me because of my mind, unsportsmanlike behavior. I had scleroderma: a disease that requires injections, and because of them I was getting fat. Everyone was afraid to touch me: from the Dimensional Ksenia (Milakha, the poor guy and the coward of the class), to Yaroslav (He's been with me since kindergarten, and he's a daredevil of the class), because I was strange. I was overcome only by sadness and loneliness... my parents started swearing at me in the 3rd grade, but if I even tell a little about my failure, they will only get angry.

But the only teacher in my whole life saw that I was so sad that I almost cried. Then, when I came home, she called my mother and told me about it. Mom kept asking all day, " Why were you sad?", well... you brought me up... and education is the future of the child... just now, while I started writing "only", I thought that many teenagers do not want to go to the camp, because there are a lot of friends there, but they themselves have a lot. And I will go to the camp to find at least a friend... In one word: I am a bag for swearing, loneliness, suffering and all sorts of bad things, AND EVERYTHING IS NOT ENOUGH for YOU: NO, WE'D BETTER FINISH HER OFF COMPLETELY... who should apologize now? Me? No way... that's too much...

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