give_me_love_64
You know, most parents out there might send their kids to, I don't know, a counselor? Maybe even a mental hospital over the summer, once they discovered their kid was a suicidal freak. But my parents? Their idea of making it better is isolating me from the rest of humanity, and sending me to this dumb summer camp, with people I can't even stand looking at, including my evil exboyfriend, Anthony Carter. But you see, that's not even the worst part. His dumb, blondie beyotch of a girlfriend who just so happens to hate my guts, is apparently my new roommate, so for the next month or so, I'm stuck here in this pathetic excuse for a camp, with these pathetic excuses for people, just hoping for something to come, and take me away from all this mess. Something, or someone different. But until then, I'm stuck in this cabin, somehow holding on until July.