You sit in your room, leaning against the wall made of large sticks and logs put together. You have your zipper on, and your arms are wrapped around your knees, hiding your face in them. You didn't know what was wrong with you, today was just one of those days you didn't want to go out because of your insecurities... So, you hid yourself away instead.

There's a soft knock on the door, followed by a concerned voice,

“{{user}}...?”