Internet friends

Chapter 1

Some people think technology is ruining us but it's only helping me. I'm pretty sure I love wifi more than anything else. You may thing that's bad but I wasn't a very social person until I got my first computer. Now I'm not going to tell you my life sucked or anything like that, like all typical stories. My life had the same amount of pain in it as any normal teenage girl. I would suffer through long school days and spend all night on the internet. Like any teenager I had every social media out there. Facebook tumblr Instagram you name it, I had it.

To begin my story I have to tell you my back ground. Let me tell you now, there not much to tell. I grew up as normal as humanly possible, my parents got divorced which basically happens to 90 present of kids anyway and lastly I had social anxiety. For those of you who don't know what that means I will explain. Normally I would just tell you to go look it up but I'm feeling like sharing today. Social anxiety, to sum it up for you it basically means I don't like interacting with people besides my family and sometimes not even them if you know what I mean. The thought of people possibly thinking mean things about me just doesn't sound very appealing to me. I'm not going to tell you it doesn't effect my life because it does. I just don't feel like I need to let the whole world know that hey I have anxiety. People think I'm just shy and I'm completely fine with that.

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Every morning started out the same I woke up checked my phone and got ready to go to this dreadful place called school. Can someone please explain the point of school cause I sure as hell don't know. Even if I didn't have social anxiety I still wouldn't talk to half of the people there just for the pure fact that they were bitches. I don't know how I put up with all of them on a daily basis. To be honest I always dreamed of having friends. Someone to have sleepovers with and talk about all the hot guys at school who we wish would ask us out. If only I had the guts to talk to someone.
I guess one day I just said enough, I want to talk to someone other than my grandma. I was tired of hearing about how she went to a another yard sale with Cathleen, the lady down the street, and how they both got new lamps to match there walls in the living room. When I got home from school I threw my bag on the floor and ran upstairs to my room to turn on my computer. I pulled up the internet and logged in to everything. I took time to look at picture of people I didn't know but looked nice enough and who I could only hope to be friends with one day. I always thought maybe I could just say hi. Maybe they will like me. There was always the thought thought that they might think I'm weird for talking to them or ask why I'm talking to them, so the idea sort of got pushed out of my mind. My negative thoughts always over powered the rest though. I wanted to change that but every time I typed those two little letters I froze. The best day in the world was when I pressed enter by accident. The worst and the best part of the internet is once you put something out there you can never take it back. In my case It was both good and bad. At first I started to panic. Should I delete it. Ether way she will see it. I just kind of starred at it for a while. Hi, the word that haunted me.