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There was a time when I was in high school--maybe a freshman or a sophomore--where I wouldn't leave the house. I would pretend to go outside but then I'd go back in my room and be extremely quiet for a couple of hours. Then I'd fake coming back home when the coast was clear.

I don't know what was wrong with me. I eventually grew out of it and became a pretty normal, happy person but, things were pretty bad there for a while. I was literally hopeless.