I stopped talking to half my family for the simple fact that I don’t like them. They were very kind to me, never harmed me, loved me dearly, but one day I just left. I didn’t feel like I belonged there, like I was living someone else’s life. I find it very difficult to relate to people and fear that I am some sort of sociopath except for the fact I have so much self pity. I know I need to see someone but I’m scared of what I will discover, or even worse discover there is nothing wrong with me at all. Then I don’t know what I’ll do…