A taste of ASP
i don't really know what's going on...i don't think i ever did. it's the end, but the beginning, and every where between...it's about Shannon's mom, and trying to get a DVD out of a broken computer...and screaming at the top of your lungs "Kathryn, you ruined my painting Kathryn" when everyone is ten feet away. It's wishing you had spent more time with the one's you cared for, instead of worrying if everyone liked you for who you were. It's about breaking boards in half, but hurting yourself at the same time. wishing that more time had been spent with the ones you knew, and not spending so much time away from camp. being late to class and impressing everyone at the end. complaining is stupid, and sarcasm is good, at least i think so. the best part was not learning, not meeting new people, not escaping from family for 6 weeks, but just being who you are, who i am, and not caring about what others think. take a risk, no regrets and the dryers are too small. it's hard to explain the emotion that goes on...but you come home, and get on with life, trying not to think of the loved ones that are gone, and the list of things that you should be doing. nothing is ever the same, no two people are affected the same way, and every one comes out with a different story...