And it breaks my heart

When it was "perfect

Dear creep who reads my journal

My therapist thinks that I should start writing my shit life story from when I didn't feel like killing myself, sadly a time like that doesnt exist so I'll have to settle for a time before I actually attempted to do so.

My name is Camilla Sanchez, I don't necessarily have a very preppy personality and I'm okay with it, I love sports, I have two work-obsessed parents, a pathetic older brother and what else? Oh yeah I've been accused of murder and I'm single soo yeah thats pretty much life.

Anyway I don't really remember smiling that much even before being called a murderer and all, but if I had to go back to a time when I wasn't completely miserable, I would have to go back approximately 2 years ago, though it feels like an eternity ago.

My parents had just realized that the less time they spent with me the better it would be for their careers. So they concocted a plan to basically get rid of me for the summer. And what better way to do that then to send me to hell, I mean summer camp

I couldnt really complain though, it was either this or adoption and as tempting as adoption sounded, I couldn't stand the thought of being couped up with a bunch of kids.

The people who produced me couldn't get rid of me without being seen as evil (even though they were *are*) so they bribed my small group of friends to join me on hell- summer camp

My sad brother begrudgingly drove me to hell- summer camp in his silver Honda Accord.

He wasnt happy because I momentarily whisked him away from his oh so fabulous life. If anything I did him a favour, he was an easy target so his whore girlfriend manipulated him and his boss overworked him for a promotion he's never going to get.

Due to his mood he parked directly in front of the gate managing to block the paths of cars getting in and out of the camp, earning a bunch of glares from people including me.

I caught a glimpse of my best friend Hailey by the entrance surrounded by beautiful pine trees with the words Camp Shakoubi written on a stone wall along full driveway blocked by my idiot brother.

I barely set one foot out the car before I was savagely attacked by a bear.

Bear hug that is.

So far I had a few questions for the camp counselor, for one what the heck kind of name is shakoubi, also how can I get out of here without my 'Parents' finding out and lastly why are there a bunch of toddlers here.

I don't like children

I stepped out of the car but before I could even escape the horrible stench of my brothers car I was attacked by my bitchy best friend. To be clear she just hugged me, I'm safe.

"When last have I seen you, I was starting to forget you exist",she said playfully while letting go of me and grabbing only two of her many full bags.

I took a quick moment to recover from the "hug" before signaling my brother to open the trunk. "Okay, first of all we literally went shopping two days ago and second am I really that forgettable?" I asked as I rushed to get my bags out hoping to get rid of the growing crowd of angry parents.