I remember when I was 10, and would play games on the computer. I liked online games, they kept me calm. I could be myself.

I guess that's where it started as far as me getting knowledge about how the internet works.

Now, though, it's more than just a quick getaway. It's where I go when that depression sinks in.

The people there don't seem to care if I'm not like their other friends. They don't care about my unruly hair or the way I can't even say a sentence correctly without getting anxiety and shaking.

How could they, when they can't see me?

At least I know they like me for my personality, and not my looks. It felt blissful, until I realized that wouldn't last either.

My personality is almost as ugly as my hair.