I'm not sure how I managed to walk from one side of the camp to the other that night. These days, help can be a few steps away, more familiar, and I won't reach out. I can be surrounded by people, yet feel so cut off. Around me, they interact so easily, connecting both emotionally and physically in ways I can only dream of. Sometimes, I think I drive the;m away, that they can sense this unease in me, passing me by when giving everyone else affection, making plans the likes of which I wish I could make. How can I be like them? How can I be more human?