"Siri, I'm upset..."
For this emotion, I prescribe chocolate.
"I don't think that chocolate's gonna help. I'm so exhausted of everything... People make fun of me. I don't fit in at all..."
I'm sorry to hear that, Zachary.
"They even called me a terrorist today because of my religion... I never know when I'm gonna get cornered and get beaten up."
I don't know how to respond to that.
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