Every day I lie. I lie to my mother, I lie to my friends, and I lie to my therapist. Yes, I have a therapist. That's how bad my life is at this point. My therapist asks me questions. I HATE when she does that. I don't like to talk to people. That's one of my "defects," social anxiety. I also have anger issues, surprisingly enough. And, as we all know, I have depression. Most of my friends at school don't know about my 3 "defects." As far a I know only 1 of them do. Every day I put on a hood. It helps me hide away from the outside world. Or, rather, from people. I put on a fake smile whenever my friends are near. I use a fake laugh, too. Most of the time. Sometimes, I wonder how I made any friends at all. Based in my past reputation. But, I never ask, nor do I usually try talking to anyone at all. My closest friend, Saritha, or leafyishere_wifu, is pretty much the only person I'd ever walk up to and have a conversation with. I'd just wait for any of my other friends to talk to me first, I wouldn't dream of starting a conversation with them. I don't know why. Maybe because I look up to Saritha? Because I want to impress her? No clue. All I know is she may be the only human on earth that I can tolerate.