If I said camp was super, I'm an optimist like no other.
Camp was err. ok?
I'd be lying if I said it was total utter hell. It had its ups and downs. There were tears and laughter. And pain was undeniably there. Bruised palms, aching arms and I feel as if the bones on my feet are shattered.
Camp was without a doubt tougher than last year. The amount of difficulty doubled. I don't even want to talk about it.
But CO night was fun. I laughed. Hard. Amusing pictures of Gaya and Tiziana and Aisyah and hilarious skits were enough to get me feeling high. But the mood changed when a Part A hyperventilated and went unconscious. We were terrified.
Lethargic as I am, I'm still breathing. And that's all that matters.
Annoyed by her,
who just sits there
with that pathetic expression,
in 'pain', while the rest of us were struggling,
enduring pain you've never felt before.
Two words for you. Just. Quit.