I finished band camp this year. Went as expected; lonely, hot, and a little fun. Bu way.t it brings back to me the stark reality that school is only a week or so away. Lord help me, I think I'll cry when it comes. I don't want to go back there. It's almost as if everyone there has a personal grudge against me and they just want to see me die. Or maybe I just see it that way. I could be paranoid. But I don't want to go back. I'm too lazy for school. I'm to awkward for others. And you know, I was convinced I'd be dead by now. In 7th grade I doubted I'd make it to high school. Well take that, kid. Guess who's still breathing? Guess who's still doing nothing beyond that? Mhm, this girl. For now.
I don't know why. I just hate it there.
Anyhow, I guess I'll permit Fall to come this year. Here's to apple orchards, red leaves, Halloween, ghosts, jackets, full-length pants, farms, pleasant weather, and then some. It has a little while 'til it's actually here, but I can wait. I will.
-Mottled
