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I can't help but think about how I'm not a real person. How I never learned how to be a person. And it's too late to do that now. I'm 28, which is not all that old but is too old to learn basic social skills I think. Or I worry. Anyways, I'm hopeless. And I'm probably going to die of a preventable illness because even if I could afford healthcare, which I can't, I'm too scared to talk to doctors.