Growing up I was a "loner." I had one major friend and that was good enough for me. My mentality has always been that I'd rather have one good friend than 10 shitty ones. But as time progressed and the abuse continued I became a cynical bastard. 

Now I'm grown(25), that mentality hasn't changed. I think for the longest time I kept people around because it was my facade. Everything was good, I'm happy. 

Eventually I abandoned my only friend (since first grade), my family. Granted the family situation is complicated as my parents were the ones who abused me for so long and no one knew. 

I find myself annoyed at the slightest thing, gritting my teeth, just trying to hold back the rage. Part of me understands why I cast people aside, I don't want to be abandoned. But I think it's mostly due to the fact that I just don't want to have to deal with people and their asking if I'm okay, how am I doing, treating me as if I'm incompetent because my brain got a little scrambled during the hell that was my childhood. 

They ask things as if they care but we know the truth, they dont. It's just courtesy. The same way you ask a new acquaintance how they are. They don't know how to deal with us. What should they say? 