Introduction

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My name is Jackson Winters, and I hate people. My psychiatrist tells me that I have "social anxiety disorder", or SAD. I can't stand to be around people, or to have conversations for too long. It makes me feel all wormy inside, and I can feel the nervousness crawling up inside me, just waiting for me to react to it.

So, as you might imagine, this doesn't make me the best person to be friends with.

My only real friend, Riley, lives 300 miles away from me. We met online. She is the only one who really understands me. When I need space, she gives me it. Even if I'm freaked out from being around people for too long and start lashing out, she listens to my nonsense and calms me down.

At school, I have no friends. There are some people who exaggerate and say that they have no friends, but in reality they have at least a couple. That is not me at all. I legitimately have zero friends.

All of the people in the school know this, too, so they make sure to torment me about it every day. You would think that people wouldn't be so awful as to pick on a kid with a mental disorder, but they make my life a living hell.

You would think that my parents would pull me out of school, but they didn't. They never listened to me when I talked, and when they did, they didn't really care.

After spending my entire middle school experience and one year of high school being pushed around by everyone, I had had enough.


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