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And in the saddest voice, he said, "Please don't be mad," and I guess I just stopped.

My temperature is still very fucked up. My throat is itchy, my head is throbbing, etc., etc., etc. To top that off, I'm still stressing, yet I still don't do shit about it. I'm a fucking failure. I'm going nowhere fast. God.

What the fuck is wrong with me?