Nerdiness
A while back, I was talking to my mom, and she said I should look into being an RA or a TA for WCATY. And I just cried. Because as mentally and emotionally unstable as I am, going back would only make me worse. It would crush me. Because it's changed, the world has changed.
See, first year, we were all so happy and young and optimistic. And second year, we were all caught up in our personal dramas. And while we didn't get outside of our group much, we did throw ourselves into the camp experience.
But Last Year (my last year) was so different. The sort of people there were changing. The staff was changing. Camp wasn't a magical place where everything was happy and good and the world was in balance anymore. We tried so hard to keep it together, but we failed.
You may not believe it. But that's why none of us talk to each other as much as we used to.
I'm very glad I didn't go last summer. And I never want to go again.
I will hold the memories very dear. They may not all be correct, as I know my mind has warped them to make them seem all pleasant, but I adore them.
I am sorry.
See, first year, we were all so happy and young and optimistic. And second year, we were all caught up in our personal dramas. And while we didn't get outside of our group much, we did throw ourselves into the camp experience.
But Last Year (my last year) was so different. The sort of people there were changing. The staff was changing. Camp wasn't a magical place where everything was happy and good and the world was in balance anymore. We tried so hard to keep it together, but we failed.
You may not believe it. But that's why none of us talk to each other as much as we used to.
I'm very glad I didn't go last summer. And I never want to go again.
I will hold the memories very dear. They may not all be correct, as I know my mind has warped them to make them seem all pleasant, but I adore them.
I am sorry.