When school had finally reopened my senior year I was a wreck. I developed a mean case of agoraphobia and would end up skipping class every day after lunch because being with people in even the most tentative capacity left me shaking and drained I would have continued this the entire year, but one truancy meeting later and I was forced to stick it out in the furthest corners I could find in any given class. I didnt speak to anyone for about 3 months I did my work and kept my head down. I think I would have been entirely reticent about everything going on in my life, but I found reprieve in a deeply annoying place.
