As I walk away, regret floods my skull as a voice begins pointing out everything I’ve done to annoy them and ruin their night. I can’t help but feel like an outcast. They were all laughing and having fun, but I couldn’t seem to fit in no matter how hard I tried. I feel a lump form in my throat as I realize that this might have been my last chance to make meaningful connections with them. But now, as my dad’s car pulls up to the church parking lot, I can feel my heartbreak and my eyes well up with tears. I know for sure that I will never feel a sense of belonging with these people ever again.
