By now you've realized that I'm different. Something's off. I don't talk much. I fidget. I sweat. And of course you don't have friends or a life.

You might be searching for something to describe it so you can ask me about it. Well, I think the term you're looking for is social anxiety. S-O-C-I-A-L A-N-X-I-E-T-Y

I completely agree wiht you that it's sad. Life is such a wonderful thing and yet I can't be apart of it.

But I should have you know that I am not a complete loser. I do what I can. I get up every day and do my best at one of the best schools in the country and the world. I am a joint team leader on a distinguished project team. And I no longer try to draw sympathy by acting wounded and all that bullshit. So surely there is something to respect.

Now $&#^% off and leave me alone and stop laughing at me please, mkayy.

Thanks.