The Larissa Epic
Copyright© 2026 by Oz Ozzie
Chapter 7: Sun 11th December 2022
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7: Sun 11th December 2022 - At the start of the story, Larissa is a young woman failing to cope with Covid. The story trace's Larissa's growth through the challenges of Covid and marriage with Julian, and the lives of people around her, ending with Larissa and her friends changing the nature of Australia
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Fiction Rags To Riches Light Bond Group Sex Orgy Exhibitionism Oral Sex Nudism
Everyone at church wanted to look at her wrist and check that she was ok. A bit tiresome, but it let her check up on a whole bunch of different people. Ashley and Annaliese - going fine, and all sorted with their families. Old Beth who led the covid response, and looked after Annaliese with her mum, going OK with her breast cancer, though Larissa made a mental note to ask another woman at the church who was a breast cancer chemo nurse to check that Beth was getting the right follow ups. Cheryl’s mother was all happy with everything - firmly embedded in the church social circles, and happy with where her daughters were. Willow and Lucas had turned up, so she waved to Willow, and shared a smile with her. The old couple with the sensational apartment looking over the bay were all fine, but worried about one of their daughters who was going through a nasty divorce.
She was just hearing all about that when she noticed Sienna walk in with Hamza in tow. Like wow. Hamza had come to church occasionally over the years, for social reasons, but he was not interested in religion. And his family was muslim so he’d have to really want to be a Christian. Sienna came occasionally - she liked hearing the message, but Larissa knew full well that it really had made zero difference to the way Sienna lived. Or had it? The videos were a powerful statement of ethics; Larissa still wasn’t sure where that came from. Sienna’s board director? He was a pretty well known Christian pastor as well.
Pastor Tim turned up at her shoulder a few minutes later, so she turned to him. “Who’s that with Sienna?” he asked. “Do I know him?”
That was no surprise; Tim kept a close eye on her heiress friends when they turned up; they were always welcome, like anyone else, but wealthy pretty girls coming to church for fun: that wasn’t his favourite idea, so he worked with them whenever he got any chance. Larissa explained to him where Hamza fitted in.
“Any religion?” Tim asked her.
“Well, he’s not, but his family are devout conservative muslims. Not happy with him, I hear.”
Tim nodded. “Of course. Well, see you on Saturday if I don’t see you before.” The wedding; he was doing Layna and Joe’s wedding, like he’d done Larissa’s.
Next time Larissa noticed him, he was talking to Hamza and Sienna, and they were laughing. Of course.
Larissa made sure she had time to talk to Sienna and Hamza before church started. They were sitting with the family group, which had grown considerably now - two whole rows in church. She hugged them both. “Welcome to church! Hamza, I didn’t expect to see you here!”
Hamza shrugged. “I think it’s not for me, but I wanted to see what’s so significant for Sienna, now that I can. Though your pastor’s made me think.”
Larissa screwed her face up. “He’s good at that! Such a dangerous man. Don’t listen to him, or you’ll suddenly start caring. Anyway, it’s all good?”
“Yep,” Hamza said. “Went great last night!”
Then Julian turned up, and Hamza went to say hello to Julian. “Really great?” Larissa asked Sienna.
“Umm, his mum said nothing all night, and then when I left, she asked me to talk to just me sometime this week.”
Larissa frowned. “And?”
Sienna shrugged. “I have to do that, but it’s not going to go well, is it? She’s never going to like me.”
“Not sure. I mean, she’s muslim, and conservative, so she’ll hate what you were. But also, they’re super invested in social justice, so you win on that point, right? Have you thought about asking Jesus for help?”
Sienna certainly had not, which was no surprise to Larissa. “Maybe you should?”
She would’ve said more, but it was time to sit down and be quiet. That snuck up on her every week. She looked along the row, and saw that Isla was holding Rachel while Steph was sitting between Tim and Michelle, her arms around both of them. Willow was there with Lucas next to them.
The sermon was classic Tim, because it was definitely about Sienna’s videos, without being actually about them at all. His subject was charity. Tim talked about the verses in the Bible about the rich, how hard to be rich and to remember to care about Jesus’ priorities, and how unusual it was when a rich person went out of their way to be a good samaritan. Which diverted him onto the discussion about thinking about Muslims like samaritans - easy to be fearful of the anger flowing from all the injustice in the middle east, between the Israelis and the Palestinians, or the political mess caused by the resource curse associated with the oil revenues, but real muslims were very focused on helping the poor. 2.5% of their wealth, in fact - did anyone in the room think they were giving away close to that? Which got him onto why christians didn’t tithe, and give themselves a pass on the obligation. And did anyone in the church think they weren’t rich by world or historical standards?
When it was time for announcements, Tim had a couple of interest for her. “Talking of welcoming people, Sienna, who occasionally joins us, has brought Hamza along. You all know that whatever Sienna does is news at the moment, so no doubt you’ll be hearing about Hamza this week in the magazines or whatever. I just want to say that Hamza’s very welcome here, and please let him know if you talk to him, but also I want to thank him for being Sienna’s rock in a very rocky time for her. And I know many of you are fans of what Sienna’s up to. Sienna,” he said directly to her, “you’re always welcome here, and I hope that you find peace and stability here, and with Hamza, and most of all, through following Jesus.”
Larissa really liked the way he put that. Because he knew, and Larissa knew, that a lot of the goodness in Sienna’s life was still pretty shallow. Other than Hamza, which was really starting to look like the genuine article. And over time, that might bring her real peace, just like Aaden had brought Maria. Actually she hardly saw Maria anymore; they should catch up.
A few more announcements later, Tim said, “OK, the last announcement this week is that we have another wedding to celebrate, and it’s none other than Joe and Layna. Please join me in congratulating them.” Everyone burst into applause and lots of people were calling out various forms of congratulations. This was something they’d been doing for weddings for a while. Larissa could see Joe and Layna were pretty chuffed about it, actually. When it died down, he said, “I’m privileged to be the one marrying them, and I’m sure we all wish them the best. Now, in a unique experience for me, this wedding is being broadcast to the world, including on national television, so you’re all able to watch it. One more thing about the wedding, a bunch of our young people are helping out - they’re volunteered to help with parking all the cars, then they’re having a party over the read while they watch the wedding. Layna says they won’t have time to thank everyone on the day, so thanks to you all now. And be super careful with all those expensive cars, OK?” She could hear the kids laughing down the back of the church. No doubt that they’d have a great time. “And I also want you all to know that they’re doing what they’re supposed to, and moving all the chairs around first.” Genuine laughter now for that inside joke.
But that was it, because it was time to leave, early, escaping before anyone could talk to them, in order to head down for Traralgon. Today’s lunch was special: a family Christmas barbecue for Alan and Fiona’s families at their new place.
She messaged Maria while they were driving down to the valley.
✉ Larissa: Hey. How’s it going? We should catch up!
✉ Maria: Hello stranger. It’s been nearly two months!
✉ Larissa: WTF? No way.
✉ Maria: Yes way!
✉ Larissa: OK. it has. Totally unacceptable. You’ll have to tie me up and beat me
✉ Maria: LOL I’ll do that to Aaden instead
✉ Larissa: Well, so how’s it going? What news in your world?
✉ Maria: Well, let’s see. I got that promotion I told you about - I’m running the front office.
✉ Larissa: Oh that’s great! So good!
✉ Maria: I know. I’m really enjoying it. Enough animal interaction to make me happy, and I’m actually enjoing the managing part
✉ Larissa: Great!
✉ Maria: Aaden’s been given more responsibility at his work - he’s in charge of the overall vehicle schedule now
✉ Larissa: He’s still enjoying it?
✉ Maria: Very much so. His family are astounded - very few Somali’s have done so well, and he’s really getting some standing in the wider family now
✉ Larissa: Wow. You both must be happy about that. And how’s it going with his family?
✉ Maria: Oh good. I’m really tight with his mum now, and I have breakfast with her and my mum once a week now.
✉ Larissa:!
✉ Maria: Y.!. In fact, it’s really nice. Helen and Hanni join us sometimes. But I have a story to tell you about her
✉ Larissa: Oh?
✉ Maria: So she has become a model, just like she wanted. Doing very well, as you predicted.
✉ Maria: So one day, she turned up for a casting, and what do you know? She could have the gig, but only if, well, you know
✉ Larissa: I can imagine. I’m not surprised either. She’s way hot, more than just looks
✉ Maria: Right. But the family listened to what you said about this - thanks from them, btw - and her agent that they chose carefully saw this one coming, and made sure she was present
✉ Larissa: +1 Like where this is going
✉ Maria: Y. She recorded it all. And after Hanni turned the gig down graciously, they sent the recording to some union lawyer.
✉ Larissa: Yay
✉ Maria: That precipitated investigations etc. Going to be big on the news soon. So again, thanks from our family to you
✉ Larissa: Oh, I just said what is obvious. Not that significant. They’re the ones who listened, who did things right. And good on Hanni for standing up for herself
✉ Maria: Yup. Anyway, all good here. We keep getting more nieces and nephews. And I’m still surrounded by big strong men here. Paradise. But what’s up with you?
✉ Larissa: Oh you know, not much going on in my life
✉ Maria: ROFL right
✉ Larissa: Well, actually, these days, not much going on that isn’t public news. Here’s a current picture of my wrist.
✉ Larissa: [photo]
✉ Larissa: Nicely bandaged but you can see the bruise starting to grow out of it
✉ Maria: Thanks. Hurting much?
✉ Larissa: Yeah. Pretty sore. Can’t work right now for sure. But starting to mend slowly
✉ Maria: Well, get back to work - I’m waiting for the day you have to visit us for work. Seen some of your mates.
✉ Larissa: Will happen eventually! Soon, I hope
✉ Maria: Soon. I have to go out with Aaden. But love you, thanks so much for all you did for me. I’m still coming to terms with how much you did for me.
✉ Larissa: Love you too. Want to see our new place then?
✉ Maria: Hell yes, would sell my mother for that
✉ Larissa: LOL no need to do that. Will set up a time. Later, when I can talk to J’s mum about when is free.
✉ Maria: OK let me know.
They arrived to find the parking area jam full of cars but that was nothing compared to the number of people present. Alan and Fiona were waiting when they got out of the car, and they got big hugs from their friends.
“We’re so happy to see you!” Fiona exclaimed, and they got shown around the changes since they’d last visited, the weekend that Alan and Fiona took possession of the place.
“Wow!” Julian said. “You’ve done a lot!”
They’d decided that since they weren’t going to live in the house, and they had cash to do stuff, that they were going to get the structural stuff done first. So a third of the house was gone from under the roof, and even part of the roof had gone. The rest of the house had been gutted. The kitchen table was still there, with floor, so they stood around it and looked at the house plans. They had a long way to go but they were all smiles, it was going to be worth it.
From there, Alan led them out to their container. It was pretty simple: a bed, a kitchen table and two chairs, a camping toilet, and then out the side of it, a deck with a grill and a little gas shower.
“Wow,” Larissa said, “that’s the most private shower I’ve ever seen!”
Fiona smiled and said, “It’s round the back so people can’t see if they drive in, and we just keep a towel near for if someone does. And our families know to call out if they walk over to visit in case we’re having a shower. But also, my sister’s been enjoying using it with her husband, and you can if you want too.” Larissa laughed; Fiona knew her too well. “Anyway, let’s introduce you.”
They knew Alan and Fiona’s immediate families, but not their extended families, so there were plenty of new people for them to meet. Larissa tried to keep track of them all, but she knew she wouldn’t. She did know two, though. Alan’s cousin had gone to school with her in primary school - she didn’t recognise him, but once he reminded her, she remembered how he fell and injured himself at a camp they’d gone on. And one of Fiona’s aunts had been a receptionist at her doctor’s while she was at high school. She hadn’t known that then.
They were all very welcoming. Larissa could tell that they knew that Julian and Larissa had helped out, though she figured that only their parents would know how much. And Alan and Fiona had obviously asked them all to be cool about meeting Julian and Larissa, and they were mostly good, though they wanted to know about her wrist and between them both they told everyone the story of Friday night. Then the food was ready, so they sat on the edge of the deck and talked with everyone.
Larissa was finishing off her food when Fiona and Alan’s mothers asked her if she’d seen the stream. She had, but she agreed she could see it again; they wanted to talk to her, obviously.
“Dear,” Alan’s mum said, “it’s lovely to talk to you again. You’ve both been so nice to Alan and Fiona.”
“Yes,” Fiona’s mum said. “It’s such an incredible gift that you gave them, so amazing for all of us.”
“You know that it was just the money from going to the grand final, right?” Larissa asked them.
“Of course, but you didn’t have to. I don’t know anyone else who would’ve.”
Larissa shrugged. “We’re doing OK, and we have enough money to live, and a nice house Isla bought for us. So we couldn’t do anything else. Anyway, what do you want?”
“Oh,” Alan’s mum said, “it’s just that you’ve been so nice to them in so many ways, and we wanted to tell you how much we appreciate it.”
“We love Alan and Fiona. They were so good to us, good for us, and lovely friends through such a lot of heartache and adventures. So of course we should have been, but thank you.”
“That’s all right. But how’s your mum doing?”
“Oh, she’s very happy,” Larissa said. “The baby’s coming along fine, and the doctor says it’s all good, and she’s so happy inside for having another baby, and having a happy family to bring it into. She never stops smiling.”
“That’s lovely. You know we worried about her after what we heard.”
“Sure. I understand, and you know I did at first too. But really, it’s all good for her.”
“And you, apparently. I can’t believe that Matt and Isabella are still talking to you after Bob named you heir.”
“Well, Isabella doesn’t care. She didn’t want anything like that anymore than I do. Less. She’s going to have her baby, and that’s filled her heart and her life up, and that and Mason, and Mason’s music ... she’s his number one fan. So she’s perfectly happy with letting me worry about everything else.”
The mum’s smiled at that and they talked about Isabella’s pregnancy for a couple of minutes.
“Anyway,” Larissa said, “Matt’s a bit more complicated. I mean, it’s taken him a long time to come around to the idea, but he’s still going to run the businesses, which is always what he’s wanted to do, and he’s learning to treat people better, so maybe he’ll be ok.”
“What about you, dear. Is that what you want?”
“Oh, no, but no one cares about that. I refused at first, but Bob asked me to look after his family if he can’t, and I promised I would. Julian laughed at me, he gives me all that money, and Matt and Thomas as my servants, and he still had to guilt me into it. So I just have to suck it up.”
They laughed at how she described that. “Fiona tells us about your life, and it’s sounded so wonderful this year. But we worry that the money will ruin it all.”
Larissa nodded. “You see things right. That’s what I worry about, and Julian does. Which is why the pledge, and why I continue to work, when everyone else thinks that’s crazy. But it’s my not crazy, a normal part of my life, and I want as much normal as I can.”
Both the mum’s laughed. “But your job isn’t normal, is it?” Larissa laughed too, whatever. “Just stay as you are. But if ever you need to escape, to take a break from all the pressure, just come visit one of us or Fiona.”
“Thanks. We really appreciate that. Hopefully we’ll never need it, but it’s nice to know it’s an option.”
Then they actually looked at the stream.
The effect of the whole taking a break from the pressure was rather ruined by the conversation when they got back to the deck, everyone talking about the heiresses, and pumping Julian and Larissa for information about them. Sienna most of all; Sienna was like a personal hero for them, almost as much as Larissa, one said.
Larissa saw both Fiona and her mum rolling their eyes at that, and smiled at them. They’d tried, she understood, and she went and sat next to Fiona and cuddled with her as much as could. And they also pumped her for information about Sienna’s man. Larissa found it interesting; these girls had never had any hint from Sienna about the owner of that chest, but like everyone else in the world, they were convinced, or at least expert at acting convinced, that whoever owned that chest was Sienna’s man.
At least Alan and Fiona were happy, she could tell that they were, very happy. But it was time to escape and stop dominating the conversation.
When they left Alan and Fiona’s, Julian said, “Babe, can I drop you at the park and then go and get some camping stuff for this week?” Sure, so he dropped her and Vi at the park. She found that most of her friends were there, though Mary, her mum, and Isabella hadn’t yet arrived. They hugged her tight and gave exclamations of dismay at her adventurous life, and wanted to look at her wrist. It was still pretty sore so she declined to move the bandage, but she did assure them that she was fine.
Suddenly, they stopped, looking behind her. Larissa turned and saw a woman with a tween girl. She recognised the woman, and after a moment, she realised who it was: that man who was her father’s sister, her Aunt Carla, and she guessed that the tween girl was her cousin Helena. It’d been a few years since she’d seen Helena.
“Carla, please leave, you are not welcome here,” she said, as frostily as she could. This was the last person in the world she wanted to see, that man’s biggest fan.
“Hello, Larissa. I understand how you feel. I’m sorry for how he treated you.”
“Yeah? If you understood how I feel, you wouldn’t be here. Fuck off.” Larissa put as much anger and hate as she could into that statement. This was as bad as seeing Alice.
Her friends gathered around her, they could hear how she was feeling.
Carla set her shoulders. “No, I won’t not until I’ve had my say.”
Larissa turned and walked off, there was nothing Carla could say that she wanted to hear. Her friends followed, but so did Carla, shouting as she did. “Larissa, I came here to ask for help. Not for me, but for Helena. She’s just been diagnosed with an immune disease that means she needs a life long treatment with a new drug that we can’t afford, and if we don’t give it to her, she’ll be ruined, a cripple by the time she finishes school. I know you hate me, Larissa, but do you have any feeling for your family? You’re rich now, and you can help Helena, if you only care.”
If she cared? When this woman had fucking been that man’s biggest cheerleader and sneered at her mum?
“She’s your family, Larissa, and do you hate her that much?”
Larissa turned and glared at Carla. “It’s a bit late for that after what you said to Thomas about his funeral. We’ve both cut you off, we’ll never have anything to do with you again. It wasn’t us who made it like this, either. So don’t come bleating to me looking for money. What a hide! Get the fuck out of here, Carla, and I’ll pretend this never happened.”
“I thought so,” Carla said. “I told them you’re just a selfish rich bitch, as bad as all the others. Just pretending that you’re better than them. I see you don’t care for your own flesh and blood even. Your father was a better person than you. I’ll be telling everyone all about it.”
With that, she turned and left, but not before Larissa saw the expression on Helena’s face, her despair, and how she limped off, following Carla, and getting left behind.
Larissa collapsed on the ground crying. That really hurt, way more than Friday night, way more than meeting Alice. More than anything had for a very long time. Her friends sat on the ground with her and huddled around her, saying nasty things about Carla. All the things she was stopping herself from saying, her friends weren’t holding back. Very nasty things indeed.
She was still lying on the ground sobbing when Mary and her mum and Isabella turned up. She only knew because she realised her mum was holding her head and caressing her hair. She looked up, and her mum said, “Cutie, are you OK? What happened?”
“Don’t want to talk about,” Larissa said. Telling her mum would just hurt her mum for no benefit. “Something upset me, but I’ll suck it up.” Her best friend was going to say something so Larissa grabbed her wrist and shook her head. No, not this time. “I don’t want to talk about it, girls. Don’t say anything.”
She sat on their picnic blanket, knees up, hugging them, trying to pretend she was OK as they talked around her. But Carla had really hurt her. She tried to tell herself that words shouldn’t hurt, but those ones had, they’d got into her deeply. Was she another selfish rich bitch? Did she care about Helena? If all that was the truth anyway, though the expression on Helena’s face suggested it was at least somewhat the truth. So did she care? But how could she pay for Carla’s daughter? After everything? Would she pay for Helena otherwise? But she couldn’t pay for everyone, fix everything up. That’d use all Bob’s money and more, and for all she’d joked about giving it away, even if it was ever hers, she’d have to look after her family first. She shook her head; she really needed Julian to hold her, but at least her friends weren’t letting go of her anytime soon.
She tried to put it behind her, to forget about it, but each time, she saw Helena’s face in her mind. Then she’d decide that she should help Helena, and she’d see her mum’s face, what it would look like if she gave any of Bob’s money to that man’s family, whatever the cause. No, they’d just have to suck it up and do a gofundme like everyone else. Or steal it from someone, given who they were. But then she’d see Helena’s face again. Was this why people thought rich bitches were rich bitches?
Everyone was doing their best to pretend that it was all OK, but eventually the wheels fell off, and they were all looking at Larissa again, since she was the one who usually kept them going, and they didn’t want to get onto her favourite subjects when she was feeling like this. Isabella was particularly distressed, since she didn’t know what was going on. “Oh, all right,” Larissa said, “you can tell them what happened. Sorry, mum.”
Her friends did, and wow, they really hated on Carla, let their anger run free. But none of her friends had noticed what she’d seen, the expression on Helena’s face. And Mary and Isabella were incensed, as angry as she’d ever seen them. But not her mum, she noticed. Surprising, perhaps, but maybe her mum was really healed through and through? While they were talking about it, she started thinking, instead of just feeling about it, and that started to settle her. She had her principles, and she lived to them, so what did they say?
When her friends and Mary and Isabella finished going off, Larissa said, “Mum, I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bother you about her, I know she hated on you. You shouldn’t have to think about her.”
“I know you’re thinking about me, Cutie, and I love you for it, but really, I’m not bothered. I’m in a very happy place indeed.” She rubbed her tummy with a smile. “but Carla ... she’ll never be OK without her brother that she adored, idiot that she is. But you’re thinking about Helena, aren’t you?”
Larissa nodded. “Yes. I have to help her. I’m just wondering how to do it.”
“No!” Penny said. “If you pay for that medication, they’ll use their own money they should’ve used for Helena for getting drunk, I know what they’re like, and they’ll still hate on you. You can’t give your money to them after what they did to you.”
“Yeah,” Isabella said, “she’s a total bitch. Don’t give her any money!”
That, more than anything else, confirmed what she had to do.
“No,” Larissa said. “I agree that Carla’s a very despicable person, along with the rest of the family, but Helena’s not responsible for what her mother did, anymore than Alison is responsible for what her family did to Landon’s family. No, I’ve thought about my principles, and I’m going to help her. It doesn’t matter that I agree with you, Penny, they’ll do exactly what you said, but that doesn’t make it right for me to not live to my principles. Mary, do you have someone who can find out, who’s the doctor, and can I pay for the medication quietly without any cash going to them?”
“I don’t like your chances, Larissa,” Mary said. “We can find out most things, but the health service doesn’t talk, and they shouldn’t.”
Larissa nodded. Of course, and she wouldn’t talk either if she was one of them.
“I’m pretty sure there’s no specialists like that down here anyway,” Trish said, “She’ll be seeing someone down in Melbourne.” Trish would know, too: when she did work, it was usually as a medical centre receptionist.
Larissa sighed. “Maybe I’ll have to suck it up and talk to Helena then. I kind of need to, she needs to understand that her life won’t be ruined, whatever happens. Hannah’s isn’t, though she thought for a long time it was, and now she regrets those wasted years. And her parents are wonderful, were great for her. But I can’t deal with her unless I deal with Carla. Yuck.”
Larissa frowned. Was there anyway but to deal directly with Carla? That’d be way worse than paying some money, though really, she didn’t have that much hope that she could do something like this without noticing. More than they did by a lot, though. But dealing with Carla would make her feel like she lost, that she had to let Carla dictate that she couldn’t keep herself safe. Yuck.
“Larissa, that’s what we have lawyers for. Do you want to let our lawyers deal with it?” Mary asked her.
“Yes, I think that makes sense. They can deal with her.”
Her phone rang. Julian. “Hi Sweetie, what’s up?”
“Babe, I’m back, but there’s a young girl here, sitting alone on the edge of the car park, she’s crying a lot, I think she needs help. I could talk to her, but she looks pretty frightened, so better if you do, maybe.”
Unbelievable. Carla left Helena behind. Well, that might change things. “Coming.” She hung up on Julian, and indicated for her mum and Vi to follow. “Back in a few minutes, girls, Julian needs a woman to do some thinking for him or something.”
She could hear them laughing behind her, but she could also hear that they knew she was joking.
She sat on the curb next to Helena, close, but not too close. Helena looked at her, but didn’t say anything; she was still crying.
“Your mum left you behind, huh?” Helena didn’t say anything, but Larissa could see she was right. “Does your mum do that very often?” Larissa asked her.
“No. Well, not when she’s sober.” Right. Totally what Larissa would’ve expected. “And not just anywhere like this.”
“Can you see where she is on your phone?”
Helena gave Larissa a look like she was stupid. “We can’t afford for me to have a phone!”
“Oh right.” Of course. “Sorry. It’s just ... I understand. I remember what it was like. You have hairspray?”
She got that same look herself for that, of course she did, what a stupid question. Larissa grinned and said, “You’re one step up from where I was, Helena. I didn’t even have that, and most of the other girls hated on me. But you know, I turned out OK. You have any good friends at school?”
“I don’t have any friends. No one loves me. And now I’m sick and my life is ruined.”
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