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Camp went ok. Wildlife encounters included a dead mouse in a juice jug (thanks for giving that to me, Julie...) and a raccoon scuttling by while we were sitting at our fire.

My other leader ended up being someone I love instead of someone I hate, so that was good. (Found out she'd have come up to Pathfinders with me next year if I were staying - oh well!)


I'm sunburned and exhausted but instead of the usual good feeling I have from a successful weekend outdoors, I'm just. Depressed. It's like I've given everything I have to others and have no good feelings left for me. I guess it's just because of everything else in my life... not the camp, itself.



I'm not sure if I'll make it through the next two months. I'm honestly scared for myself and of myself.