Chapter83
#Chapter83
So, It Begins
After I read, I had dinner with my folks, including a conversation, which I thought they would pass out from shock. I went to bed. It was an interminable day, a suitable day, but still long. I’m ready for bed.
It took a lot for me to talk to the boys. I have little experience socializing with people my age. In my old school, I tried to keep my distance and didn’t speak. I let fear grip hold me and keep me from experiencing the simplest of things, friendship.
I saw a therapist for as long as I could remember, but nothing helped. I couldn’t bring myself to speak to people I knew most of my life. It’s because people knew how intelligent I am and afraid I would correct or belittle them.