He knew I existed, and he didn't try to help. I needed mannitol or anything to release the pressure. Unless there's something in it for him, he's so reluctant to help. I understand this somewhat, not wanting to waste one's time on trivial matters, but there is such thing as common decency.
He left me alone when I needed help the most, like the others.
I believe in helping people when they need it, not merely when it suits my needs. Maybe that's why I'll never get anywhere.
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