Of crossroads, possum and slave driving

Here i am at a crossroad, of thoughts again.
It's been only 5 mths at new place and I'm contemplating of moving on. again.
Don't fit in. Is it my fault? Am i wrong to have such abandonment thoughts. *Guilt reeling.
is it my responsibility to head the ship? Should i take more initiative? Should i drive them like a slave driver? Or should i grovel? I don't like being a task master. I don't like being feared. We are all adults. There shouldn't be confrontation of any sorts. What's worse, i don't feel connected.

Should i remain, should i move on?
Remain, what can i do to squash my doubts.
Move on, how should i explain my short stints.

I just want to curl up in a corner and play dead.
Maybe i'm just a drama possum.

*faints and feigns dead