It has lived within me, with me and also by my side, apparently after 12 years of high school I thought it was over. It hurts me so bad, has limited my abilities, limited the number of friends I make and the person I am today. It serves a growing reminder that keeps on reminding me how am so worthless. After moving to college I thought It would leave me. It hurts real bad. It's the reason why I am unable to make new interactions, I feel nervous when am in class and I also can't ask questions. It has limited my social skills. It has made me very vulnerable, it aches,I cry, it must be happy, I hate how I have to have flashbacks of a day while trying to sleep after an event that requires social interaction, I hate it, It loves me...the social anxiety.