Trip to Camp
Well camp was weird. It was just strange being there and not being a camper... or a worker. Tim showed me a thing that Jacob wrote on the bunk that said something like "If your reading this, hold onto this summer, because before you know it, it will pass... And likewise, hold onto the things you have, because before you know it, you will start to feel them slipping away." July 26. I think it was good tho, i mean to be there. It made me let go. Not really of Jacob... but of last summer in general. I think a little biti of me was still holding on. I dont really know why... or what i was holding onto. I saw last night tho, that there realyl wasnt anything to hold onto anymore.