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I was at camp for a few weeks and now I’m in Virginia with family which is fun
My mom picked me up after 2 weeks of not seeing or writing to me, then dropped me off at the nearest McDonald’s with my grandpa and left for Maryland. It’s the first time she’s seen me cry. I didn’t miss her at camp but I finally got to see her and she left for another fucking lacrosse thing with my brothers.
We played a game at camp that is basically trauma dumping (we go around in a circle and answer a question/prompt but it gets deep) and they brought up parents and although we ran out of time and I never spoke I was crying the whole time because everyone talked about how their parents were either their best friends, someone they could lean on, not great but their siblings helped them through it, or strict, and mine are just gone. I wish I could stay at camp longer.
At camp I was cramping and my counselor sat with me, and another one said she’d warm me up a heating pad the next day (which I denied because it was a hassle for her and I was fine the next day and I’ve never used one). I cried that night because these people I hardly know cared so much. They cared for me even though I gave nothing in return. I’m crying now, alone with my younger brother in my grandmas house. my dad is in Utah, mom and older brother in Maryland. My little brother’s leaving in a few days, then a few days later I’ll fly home.
I just wish i could be at camp, where people care and don’t judge. I don’t like it here. Camp is my escape. Next year is my last year unless I become a counselor which u have to get called back for. I fucking hate it at home. I wish I could stay there forever.