So it has been a while since I posted and I have a lot to catch up on. I graduated the 2nd:
After that I went to my last year at camp which included me doing everything being the only girl with a legit (want it to last after camp) crush which one of the counselors threatened to punch after I cried over a large "misunderstanding" with him. He wouldn't stop infiltrating my thoughts and continues to this day. If only he knew... I decided that I'd write a separate blog for my more personal thoughts... I hid it in one of my other posts if you really want to read my deepest darkest secrets... Anyway, I canoed, rode a horse, took out some anger in legit archery, and danced the night away. The day after camp reality set in though. My brother pestered me about being depressed. Told me I took too much medication when I was just sulking that my camp days were over. Camp is an experience like no other. You make friends, love interest, and memories that last you FOREVER. Plus no one judges you for the wheels. It's refreshing. Now it's over. But all great things come to an end. Two days I got in a car accident. Some asshole almost hit our car and my stopped suddenly. My chair slid forward and crushed my foot, thus breaking it. My foots a lot better now. I haven't left the house in a week but I'm really tired. When I did leave I went and asked out a guy I had JUST met in order to see if I could do it. Accomplishment good. I ended up getting a no but I did it anyway. My fear of rejection is getting less scary.