Nate looked around the cafeteria. There were hundreds of students there and he didn't even know a quarter of them. It was strange to know that he had spent almost 4 years with all those people surrounding him and he had only memorized a few faces. He knew nothing about those people.
He looked at his best friends and he started wondering how much he knew about them. He came to the conclusion that he didn't know much more about his friends than he knew about the strangers in his school. He knew their names, he knew the type of stuff that friends usually know, - like their favourite sports team or which girl they wouldn't mind dating - he had visited their houses and he had played football with them; but did he really know Adam or Max? No.
In reality, Nate thought that nobody ever really knew each other. No one knew what the person sitting next to them really felt or what their deepest secrets were. People lied all the time and that was humanity's biggest problem.
All those thoughts led Nate to think about something else. Did his friends really like him as much as they affirmed? Were they just using him? Were they desesperately waiting for him to fail? He didn't know. He didn't know anything anymore. He believed he didn't even know himself anymore.
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Teen Fiction❝ That's when I realized: Either I am going to kill this disorder Or it's going to kill me ❞ book two in the mental illnesses series
