Summer camp started this past Monday. Today’s the third day. It has been terrible! The first day was awful, the second day was a little better, today was good until the end and tomorrow will be positively dreadful. I don’t even like my counselor anymore (the therapist who talked me into going). She has become hell in disguise.
I can’t leave. Well, I can, but then, everyone will ask me a bunch of questions and I can’t deal with that. I do know when September rolls around, I will NOT be going to see her. The camp ends August 2nd. That’ll be the final time I see her. Then, I can forget her.
As far as I’m concerned, the only good thing about this is I’m not worried anymore. She was very nice (hence why I liked her) and I sometimes thought about how much I’d miss her when I finally graduate high school. Now, I know I won’t miss her at all.
I just want this bad week to end.