You get back to your cubicle and continue entering useless data onto the computer.
Before you know it, it’s five o’ clock; time to go. Some co-workers are gathered together around the receptionist’s desk, talking and laughing. They stop when they see you staring. You laugh quickly and hurry away.
You feel like you’ll never be the person who stands with others laughing and joking. It just seems to come so easy for others to be happy, and you wonder what’s wrong with you that you can’t seem to really be that happy.