Just reminiscing on the terrible time I had at Debate Camp my fresh-soph summer. I was always deathly afraid of being lonely, to the point of crying when by myself for any extended period of time around others. Oh, and on the 3rd day, my roommate permanently left, leaving me all alone jn my dorm every night.
I was called a robot by my “best friend” (Heck, my only friend and only person I knew at all from camp, or from Kerr, or at all) and was directly told by them to not stick around them. Nor did they care about the constant instability I faced, telling me to instead tough it out. They treated me as an annoyance instead of a friend. It hurt.
And then there was the whole “i gave up a chance to take summer school and get ahead and also spent a lot of money but was too busy freaking out every day to even handle things in a timely fashion” factor. That was pretty suckish too.
The whole thing was a disaster. I’ve gotten better since then, yet paradoxically the breakdowns have gotten worse. Just another situation to worry about.