You may think I’m happy all the time because I smile. I’m not. Everyday I dread going to school because it’s the place where I see everyone talking and laughing with their friends, and I sit there, not really talking to anyone, and when I try to get in a conversation, everyone just looks at me until I get the hint and leave, or they just come out and say “go away”. And my so called “friends” think I’m a weirdo and laugh and make fun of me and they don’t realize that it hurts. A lot.