I'm back.
Camp was so odd. It was fun, and I met someone who understands me, but it was odd. Like this one time, we were talkin with this guy, and somehow got on the subject of wrist-slitting, and this other said she use to do that, and I commented I did too, and then this counselor walks up and is like slittin? We were j/like U wouldn't get it, it's a joke. Anyways, after camp and gettin back home, wrist slitting is starting to seem like a better ideathan last time. I need to be in a sycho path ward, I am useless in this world.