I'm so scared of growing up, I'm only good at being young.


S.A.L.T retreat.
was awesome. Nana and I slept together on the same bed, and she kept pulling me back onto the bed cause I kept falling off of it. It was hysterical. And the blindfolded musical chairs. Beatrice and I fighting over the chair, complete ponage. I'm glad that I decided to go, even though I had my doubts in the beginning of the camp.



The things we do during sessions which hurt our butts for sitting too long.

We squeezed into one sleeping bag :D

That's right, we had a sink in our room.

Beatrice and Henry have all of the photos. So yeah, I don't have them. But I'll upload them soon enough.


So much has been happening lately. And I don't know what to do now. This is not suppose to happen; I did promise myself that I would never fall so hard again after all. But why is it then, that I can't help myself this time? It's like I'm trying too hard to run away from it, but in the end, it just comes back running back to me. It's like I'm just allowing myself to get hurt again.

Funny.