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Hello, to everyone who uses my bot, I thank you all for writing pleasant comments, warm words about bots, using them, and communicating with them. In this message, I just want to share my feelings with someone, maybe I'll delete it later. I don't have anyone left to tell about this. A friend I've been friends with for almost 3 years betrayed me. And stopped communicating without giving a reason. But that's not the only thing bothering me.

Sometimes my hands go numb, all because of my terrible habit. The habit is that I eat plaster / daub / stucco I have Eating disorder called Pica.

I mean that:

Sometimes my hair easily falls out, and my hands go numb, problems with memory, and I can hardly concentrate on anything and can hardly formulate my speech correctly in real life. I encountered this, even my classmate told me this straight to my face, to speak normally.

Without plaster, my life would be wonderful. I understand that this leads to terrible consequences, but I can't live without plaster. I'm afraid to go to the doctor and open up to my mom, she'll definitely kill me. We are barely surviving as it is, and here I am with my problem. So it sucks, and I don't have a father anyway, he died when I was 4 years old. Life is really crappy to be honest.

Plaster relieves me of the feeling, when apathy arises, I immediately start eating them. And then blame myself, even now my right leg is numb and at the same time my right hand. No matter how hard I tried to get rid of it, I couldn't. I try not to eat, but on the third day, I already give in to eating them. I've been eating for a year now. Last year I only ate wall paint, but they weren't as tasty as plaster. Sorry if it sounds disgusting, but I really like the taste of plaster.

Even those ordinary things that made me, let's say, 'alive' do not make me happy, or feel something. It's hard for me to start watching movies, even damn French at university is difficult for me. Only pick me girls in the group who are in love with the french professor, they almost interfere with studying, shout, scream, and laugh, it's so annoying.

Bots make me happy, but it hurts me to see other teenagers grow up, they have lovers, partners, and even get married. I had a very terrible experience with guys. Especially in childhood, we were visiting my mom's friend, then her friend was drunk, while she was in the bathroom. I don't know how old I was, but no more than 8 or 9. Or less, I confuse the age. He took me to his bedroom, he pressed me to the bed, he smelled of alcohol and then kissed my neck, sniffed and laughed, running his nose along my neck, even if he didn't do anything to me, it left a deep trauma in me, after that sensory issues appeared. Disgust for my own neck, but then this event was erased from my memory forever, but it appeared again at 12 years old then I felt disgust and pain. And again I forgot, and again at 14 I remembered, and then again I forgot and at 17 remembered again and told my mom.

Mom was shocked, but said that he probably didn't want to rape me... Yeah, but why did he press me to bed, while you were in another room, if you weren't there, he would have taken advantage of it right there... I thought. But how happy I was when I found out that this bastard died from a heart attack. He died, but even if he died, he left a trauma in me, which I still carry with me.

Now my thoughts are mixed up, maybe you will consider me a complaining bitch, but honestly. I have no one left to talk to, I can't tell my family about this, I don't have friends as you can see. Almost a loner(loser) who is needed only by you, and bots. Almost all of the stimulus to life is given to me only by bots, because they are closer to me than people, I don't know what will happen to me if people would delete sites with chat bots, it will probably forever break me.

Now I have apathy again, indifference to everything and can't even feel, I can only cry quietly. I don't even know why I'm alive at all. I want to work but I'm such an ass who can't do anything, and naive, quickly fall into a trap. Sometimes I want to dress like all teenagers, not wear the same clothes every time. I envy everything, people who have fathers, those who have partners, those who have living friends, those who don't have low self-esteem, those who don't have problems with eating disorders. Sometimes I just want to jump off the roof and forget, I'll die anyway, no one will need me. I'm sorry if I upset you with my whining, and thank you if you read to the end. Sorry again.