Booooooo
Camp has turned into one giant "let's fuck Dina in the ass" piece of poo. Everything...and I mean everything, is my fault. From the smallest things like "There is triangle glass in the square glass box" to "The alcohol we found in the woods is yours". This is bullshit. Someone took all the evil counselors stuff out of his room last night while he was gone and threw it in front of the flag pole. He barges into my room at 2:30 IN THE MORNING and blames me for it. What the fuck?!!! The other night, I kept my girls up literally one minute after their curfew and our satanic directors made me sing a goodnight song to every girl before I could go to bed. Then they made me sing by myself to them. WHAT THE HELL? I'm ready to leave. And when I do, I don't really care how conceited this sounds right now, they're going to realize how much they really needed me here. Fuck this...next summer, Latvian camp on the east coast with my virs....