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I was on a camp.
Most of it was awful. I cried myself to sleep two or three nights in a row.
I felt alone most of the time. I felt like everyone hated me.
I'm pretty sure they did but I no longer care.

The last night payed it all off. We were seated in a circle, and passed a candle to the next after telling how we felt about this camp.
I stared at the candle for a very long time before starting.
"In the beginning of the camp.. well, of course I didn't want to come here. Well not of course but you know. But I don't know, it was cool. Fine. I had fun. Wow I can't say anything more before crying."

I had so much more to say.
You are all still strangers to me. But I had fun while looking from outside to inside and I loved being part of this. Even tho you all didn't like me being a part of this.
Or
I cried myself to sleep for the first three nights. I felt like shit most of the camp. And I'm sorry for being a shit. 

Didn't.
We still have a celebration - a formal party and an after party that follows it. But I think that I will be fine with seeing everyone.