Nobody knows your name, they just call you the "quiet girl," "the one who doesn't talk," "shy girl," or "we don't know her name."
You think the O-Town song, "Shy Girl," is about you: "Standing with the wallflowers./ Wishing you would've stayed at home./ You kick yourself for coming./ When you're standing there all alone./ The centers of attention are busy making all their moves." Exactly.
You get all sweaty or shivery every time you have to speak in public.
You never raise your hand in class.
You daydream about being an outrageously outgoing sex goddess.
At a party, you stick with your closest friends instead of trying to meet new people.
You plan out what you're going to say in every situation in order to force yourself to talk, but you end up not saying anything or messing up what you planned to say.