Gosh I don’t even know how to start. I don’t even feel like I went to camp. I feel like I’m still prepping for it. Yesterday it had felt like I had been away for a month…today it’s just like it was all and imagined blur…crazy rite? Like it’s so weird to be home or “home” and yeah.

Let me finally start in about camp. You must understand that you prolly won’t understand what the heck i’m talking about but the feeling and emotion stuff you’ll get…meaning I’m talking to the reader about this… Sorry I’m a little incoherent…still tired from camp. The first day was like whatever and we has to do a dumb scavenger hunt thing and I actually had to do the swimtest this year…what ev, but yeah the first night we got to put our rags back on. It meant so much to me. I went a year withougth wearing it…I missed it. My rag means so much to me…more than words can ever explain.

ugh I’m not in the camp writing mood so i’ll edit later