When I say friends, I don't really mean friends- more like acquaintances. Which is why I don't really know if they like me. And I'm just at a place where I can't stand to not be liked by anyone. I got yelled at twice in two days last week and it was the worst. I spent days alone crying in my room about it. Sounds pathetic but it's an example of how badly I need to be liked, especially now. And yet it can be really, really hard for me to tell if they do. I actually feel like I've become less nice and likeable throughout my depression and I hate that.