For some peculiar reason, my cheeks would always turn crimson red whenever someone tried to engage in a conversation with me. It’s not that I was scared to talk to people, but I just felt judged of all the flaws I carried. My silence. I felt so self-conscious more than I have ever felt. The clothes I wore felt too restraining even thought it was the most casual clothing that didn't reveal any skin. Overall, it was just very overwhelming with my surroundings because I always felt as if I never belong, to never be able to contribute anything in the social aspect. A disproportionate amount of people would mumer to each other of how quiet I was. As if that was a bad thing. I was living the life of Frankenstein. My trepidations manifest
