My life

Socializing

     Two words, it's difficult. I've had trouble socializing since I was about twelve. I'm not entirely sure how this antisocial thing emerged but it did. It started in mid to late seventh grade. I had made my friends in sixth grade (that number of friends being about six or seven might I add) and in seventh grade I didn't really feel the urge to keep making friends. I mean, I liked someone at the time but my antisocial aspect got the better of me, so I never got around to telling them I liked them.
     Then, in eighth grade, I had lost a few friends to either just not talking or other schools. Some of them I reconnected with though. But, by then, my anxiety was at it's pinnacle so I refused to talk sometimes, and still do. I started eating less. I got more depressed. And the list goes on. But, that's what my now four to five friends helped me with. One or two of which I'm pretty sure hates me.
     Now, I've met quite a few people and most of them say they're antisocial, but I can tell that only like an eighth of them actually are because they have amazing social skills and/or have a ton of friends.
     But, at least that's the best way I can sum up my terrible social skills.