Eh.

Can't say much about it.


Slight let down, I suppose. I remember when camp was like... it. That was the thing to look forward to all through out the year. And I guess I did look forward to it quite a bit. Maybe for the wrong reasons.



No. They were good reasons. I wanted to see Boone so badly, but mostly I wanted to rebelieve. I want a reason to believe in God again. I didn't really find one at camp. Maybe I shouldn't have gone. Maybe I should go on a retreat with out hardcore Christians. Maybe just somebody who loves me. Not people with their opinions to shove down my throat.




I wanted to tell people about my dad. I wanted to get everything off of my chest. I never got the chance though.


Too many opinions to shove down my throat.







Eh, my dad's still manic, putting me in a pretty sucky mood.



Not to mention I walked everywhere mostly uphill this week, went to bed no earlier than midnight and woke up no later than 8:15, and danced harder than I've danced in my life last night. Plus drove on a parentless road trip. That was awesome! But exhausting. Sososososo exhausting.


I'm having two conversations right now. Well, this "conversation" where I'm typing what I'm thinking and the one where my dad is rambling and whatnot. Lamed, yar.







Mmm.

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