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I am no fun, and not good at all.I feel like really stupid, and I am soo not fun.
I mean seriously, I can't even play games with random people?
Why? What can happen, seriously?
Yeah, they might call you noob, or say your not good, cuz you are just new at it.
But still, you can never get better if you don't try.
So why can't I?
I feel like I am not fun at all, and even if I want to join others play, I just can't get myself too.
And I end up just doing something else, and it makes me feel even worse and bad.
I am not fun, if I can't even do stuff with others.
I get so nervous, and I panic.
It can be two people, still, I can't join.
It's not fun getting the feeling that you suck at everything you do, and that you will only fail.
I can play with friends, that's all I can.
I can't even go into chat rooms with alot of people, because I don't feel like I have anything to do there.
And that people might think, I am weird and boring. Because I don't say anything.
I want to change, but I don't know how.
I want to join and play
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