I thought I wanted friends. But when given the opportunity to engage in a mellow "hang out" with one of my very very few friends I declined.

For what? To stay in bed. Maybe I just don't have the right people, friends that delight me enough to pull me away from my house.

It's just not fun for me, trying to act normal and awake, making small talk and remebering to ask all the nice questions.

I grow more and more socially anxious by the week but I'm going to lose a friendsip if I don't put any effort in.

I don't think I'm depressed, I'm actually quite happy in my own way.