Oh, I guess all those people laughing at me and doors closing in my face and those lonely nights and feeling ostracised mean nothing? Nor does the hours, days, weeks, and years of work I put in to make myself an interesting person that others want to be around despite my stutter? I could have sat around and wallowed in self-pity, in fact I did, for quite some time. And then I took action and changed my life. 'Poor me' is just giving yourself an excuse for doing nothing to change your life.