I’m alone, even in the midst of people, even with my family. I’m just there, alone and useless. I don’t have any friends. And before anyone starts to talk, I know I need friends to survive in this world. But I just can’t help it because of my anxiety and depression. I want friends, but I don’t know how to initiate conversation or keep it going. I prefer being alone but I hate the loneliness and being almost non existent and invisible in a crowd. I always wish to have one person that cares about me, that relates to my life and believe me a lot has happened to me. I convince myself that I’m strong for doing all I do alone, but deep down. Deep down I know I’m just a coward. I’m 19.