sometimes i lay awake at night and wonder. my thoughts consume me. it should have been me. it wasn't though. i live with that. i am a senior now. i regret a lot of things. i should have tried harder, but i didn't. i used to play soccer, i don't anymore. it happened about a year ago.
it is weird, sometimes i cry. sometimes i go and visit. sometimes look through pictures. and sometimes i just sit and blast old songs that remind me of good times. last week my parents had a serious talk with me about regrouping and getting ready for summer. they signed me up for a summer camp. i don't object. i am distant from people, i don't want to get too close. i am matt and my girlfriend died last year in a car accident.
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The Camp
Teen FictionCamp Alright was the camp for anyone. The summer of 2015, changed for the kids that went.
