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When I Feel I Don't Matter

I'm stuck in my last few months in school. The one person I know who truly cares about me is over 800 miles away. I have friends, but I know I dont make them smile when they see me. I know they don't miss me when I don't see them for weeks. Most don't make any effort to make any contact with me apart from my best friend.
She wasn't in school today and I genuinely felt rather disliked. I felt like I was just intruding on other people's space and inconveniencing them. Forced laughs and smiles ensued. Details of social gatherings came out. I smiled, nodded, asked questions.
But in my head, I asked,
Why was I never invited?
Yes, my friends know I struggle with anxiety and being social, but that doesn't mean I don't want to go out. It doesn't mean I don't want to talk to people, to see friends, to feel part of something.
How will I ever cope with social events if I'm never given the chance?
I don't know what I do wrong. What about me is so unlikable? I try my best, and I'm always kind to people. Perhaps my anxiety and awkwardness just makes people feel the same way. Perhaps I was just destined not to have many friends.
Not that I want thirty eight thousand friends. I want real friends, genuine friends who care about me. I just don't understand that people I care about, who call themselves my friends, don't really care about me.
What makes me such a third wheel in life? How come I either connect completely with people, or make them feel so uncomfortable they avoid me?

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