You all suck at sharing your feels. 
I'm obese as fuck, shy around talking to people I don't know, and I really like someone but fuck if I can look them in the eye.
My sister is in jail because she couldn't stay in drug rehab, and me and my mom live alone, isolated from our neighbors, who happen to be part of my family, because of the hill that I have lived on my whole life. We are in huge financial debt, for she gets money for being "disabled", back problems that make it hard to do most jobs, from being in car wrecks, and I am almost like that as well, having been in about 4-5 myself, and no it's not because she is a bad driver it was with different people driving. My dad died when I was young, maybe 7-9, but it didn't matter to me that much because I never really thought of him as my dad because I lived with my mom on top of the hill most of the time and only visited him, who lived at the bottom. Then my second dog died. Then, our first house burned down because of lint-filter catching on fire in dryer. We moved in with stepdad, who has mental problems and would go on rampages yelling at my mom. We left to live about 45 minutes, while still driving to my current school system because it is basically the best in this part of Kentucky, living at my great-grandmother's house, but then SHE died. So then we got a camper and stayed back on the hill. We finally go tthis house we are paying off, but was a pretty poor decision on my mom's part to get a 100,000$ house to pay off with the amount of money that she makes. After a while, my grandpa came to live with us, then HE DIED. After he had died, my mom told me that I actually wasn't her biological son, that my real mom had died after childbirth, that she had had HIV and it was only by a miracle that I didn't get it, and that I had two half-sisters living in Virginia, along with the relation of my already known sisters and one brother. One sister and her brother is another pair of half-siblings, and the sister in drug rehab is my "adoptive" mom's child. My dad from childhood was biological father, who committed suicide from depression.
Along with going on and off through undiagnosed depression since being a child, from the house burning situation.
And that right there is basically my life story.
IS THIS FEELSY ENOUGH FOR YOU MR. KRABS?
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