Sometimes when my mom encourages me to go outside and have fun with friends, I often feel sad and wonder if anyone would actually want to spend time with me. While the idea of going out brings me happiness, the harsh truth that I can't go alone deepens my self-doubt. I can't help but question if there's something inherently wrong with me. Don't I deserve a friend who would willingly hang out and have fun with me? Don't I deserve someone special who shares our interests and accompanies me?