My Social Anxiety is Terrible and I Have Difficulty Interacting

I hate descriptions. Like, I never know what to write. "In a world where nothing is the same," or starting with a characters description is too cliche. If you just fill them in with a bunch of mumbo jumbo about the plot and a couple of mentions about the characters situation, that would be cool right? Ehhhhhhhh, not in this story. This is literally a bunch of horse crap I'll be writing while under the influence of coffee and coke (the pop... chill). All of the wonderous situations you are granted when you are socially inept and struggle with conversing with others are in this book as real instances that have scarred me for most of my life.

Of course, names have been changed in some chapters and others I have gotten permission to use.