Antisocial.

"I feel my face flush. I can't work out whether I'm upset or just embarrassed or angry because I'm embarrassed. I'm just sick of the feeling that I've done something really bad all the time, like I've inflicted weirdness once again on to someone who stupidly mistook me for a normal person. There's a tiny bit of me that knows really that I'm not that weird, that it's a bullshit bitch that people see me this way. But there's a much bigger part of me, which gets harder to ignore every time something like this happens, that tells me they're right. There must be some reason that people don't like me. I must be different, and not in a good way. I must make people feel bad. And that's totally my own fault."