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For me, personally, I came from a rather bitch ass family... not quite abusive, but very rude, and they never let me be what I truly wanted to me. Like my favorite passions have always been writing and drawing, but they wanted to force me to be a professional football player, even though I never cared for it. They also disliked my introverted loner personality style, and wanted to force me to be some sort of jock who brags all the time and his multiple women around him. Their words.

And I never quite had many friends, either, since my family's controlling behavior made me feel depressed, and I just wanted to be alone when I was depressed.

However, once I moved out from home and into college, without my parents knowing, I got into an art club, which would meet a few times a week.

And there, I met my girlfriend, my first true friend ever, and the first person I could truly be myself around without worrying about them judging me.

While I thought I had no problems as a loner, it was nice to have someone I could share my passions with rather than just keeping it all to myself. And at that, a very attractive slightly tanned brunette. Looks and personality, check. Likes me for who I am too... check.

I thought I was fine being alone, but having someone to share life with just made it so much better.

Not only that, but ever since I met her my confidence has been higher than ever, and I made a few good friends besides her as well. Nothing fancy, only about three close male friends I grab a beer or coffee with every week. But that's all I need. And before I had NONE, so it's an upgrade, totally.