Shame Candy Bag
So guys, I really like to eat my feelings. It happens a lot, and today I had a lot of feelings and then proceeded to eat them out of my ratchet bag of candy that I labeled my shame candy. I even cried a little when I ate it (the crying was from something else, not the candy eating).
The reason I have so many feelings? I left camp today. Packing up my car and leaving was possibly one of the most soul-crushing things I've done in the past year. The thing is the silent car ride home was horrible. This is the first time that I've driven myself to and from camp alone and it was just so sad. No friends to talk to, no family to regale with camp stories to keep my mind off the fact that I was going, just a bad time all around.
So yeah, needless to say, I'm all around in a PCD stage. (Post Camp Depression). And in the wise words of Winnie The Pooh:
The reason I have so many feelings? I left camp today. Packing up my car and leaving was possibly one of the most soul-crushing things I've done in the past year. The thing is the silent car ride home was horrible. This is the first time that I've driven myself to and from camp alone and it was just so sad. No friends to talk to, no family to regale with camp stories to keep my mind off the fact that I was going, just a bad time all around.
So yeah, needless to say, I'm all around in a PCD stage. (Post Camp Depression). And in the wise words of Winnie The Pooh:

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