My last day of camp was July 3rd. We went home on July 4th. The night of July 3rd, I ended up being overwhelmed with emotion and talking till 2am with one of my counselors. It’s now been almost a month, and I’ve been dreaming about that timeframe ever since. The only difference is that I’m on the opposite side of the table and can’t hear what’s being said. Sorry for trauma dumping. No one I know would understand. I feel bad for typing it out on this space.
Write it down. Let it go. No account, no name.
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