Growing up as an Introvert.

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Growing up, I thought of myself as a very weird kid. Every kid my age or slightly younger than me seemed to enjoy having fun and creating ruckus around the neighborhood. But I hated noise and often cramped up in my house where it was satisfyingly silent. I only had one friend who was about two years older than me that seemed to understand me. She used to come home and fetch me and surprisingly, all the games she had were the silent types that went with me. Things changed drastically for me when we had to move into a new house far away. It was really depressing especially when I changed schools. I knew I had to study so staying home wasn't an option so I was forced to adjust. High school was a bit of a relief because there weren't so many faces to contend with and I had two of my older cousins there that acted as emotional support before I completely adjusted. There I atl east made a bunch of friends in my class and they were all nice. Now coming to college proved to be a nightmare. I was alone with thousands of eyes staring at me confused at the complex building and so emotional. I remember I used to arrive home very sick almost everyday. The friends I made were too hyper to keep up with so we sort of became estranged. And when I could not bare the place anymore, I just quit. No one understood me or why I had a somewhat truant behavior and why I bailed out of depressing situations. And it messed up my self esteem badly. I stayed in the house for days, weeks months until it was two years just roaming about not knowing what is what.