The group in with at this residential place went to volunteer at a community theater, painting things and what not. I was painting doors and needed help, so I asked my other group members for some. I didn't get any... I thought of all of them as my friends, including the leader, but now I'm doubting that. I'm also wondering if that was supposed to play into the helping me trust and not hate people thing. If so, it failed. K needed help and no one saw any reason why they should bother with me. So here I sit, splattered with paint, like the seemingly worthless shit I am.
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