months and months you've been left behind.

Months and months, I've been left behind. Well, seven. It feels like longer, I guess. I was known as the most annoying team member for a few weeks, I became depressed and started entertaining myself by bullying my teammates. I gave them goose-hogs, corndogs, beetlejuices, and I even Royally Ritzed one guy. After the Royal Ritzing is when I got kicked out and forced to stay behind. I was knocked out and kicked out, too.

It's been a literal hell being here after that. The one good thing is I feel like I've matured a since I was first kicked off the team. What I learned in all its complexity and difficulty was to think about others, to be empathetic, learn people's responses and adapt my behavior, and to socialize. I did all this alone in the desert after my friends left me behind. I've been walking and talking to myself for too long. It will be impossible to catch up with them.

I'm cursed to being a lonely, recovered social failure.