I've realised that something that happened back when I was 11 has ****ed up my life. I've always known but kind of hidden it from myself. Looking back the last time I had a true friend was 14, and she moved away and since I've had fake friends. I never went out till my first night at Uni which is ***t. Going back for Xmas holiday I didn't go out once cos I had nobody to go out with so I was stuck with my parents. I have Uni friends and my social life has gotten much better but I do and say things that make them see me as odd. They're nice so they don't distance themselves from me because of it but I'm worried I might lose them and then I really will be ****ed.