'What's wrong with me? What am I doing wrong? Did I come off as cold? Was my smile a bit too forced?' Those thoughts kept on spiralling in her head. This was her fault. Maybe if she had actually tried harder and came out of her comfort zone... But a small, selfish part of her wanted to believe that it wasn't her fault, that it was fault of everyone else for not accepting her the way she was, but at the same time she knew that it was a rather childish thought...