I wrote, “At that time, I came to the conclusion that most people around me didn’t like me. This thought consumed me completely. But there was another thought in contrast: most people, or at least those around me, didn’t like each other either. So this wasn’t really a flaw on my part. Yet there were two other things: first, people disliked each other, but not to the extent that they would clearly tell you they didn’t like you. Second, with the beliefs I held, I was naturally in the minority, and being ‘unique’ made others’ behavior toward me seem normal. In the middle of this, I didn’t really know what to do, just endure it or try to behave a little according to others’ expectations. In those days, I couldn’t make a decision, and life went on the same way. Naturally, along with it came the same mental battles…”