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“I still hadn’t figured out the secret to making—and keeping—friends. … Whenever I was with others, I’d constantly be analyzing what I was saying, what they were saying, what they weren’t saying. It was exhausting. I always seemed to be one or two steps behind the conversation.”

“They were little digs that seemed innocent enough on the surface, but were really designed to sting. Paradoxically, this only made me want her attention more.”

“It’s hard for me to trust my own account of my childhood. What I remember most are feelings, not moments.”

“I was the girl at the end of the lunch table watching everyone else laugh and joke, studying them closely and trying to figure out what it was about them that was different from how I was. If I could crack that code, maybe I’d belong.”