Sunday, November 29, 2015

CHAPTER 72...BACK TO CAMP

MY THREE SUMMERS OF EMPLOYMENT AT CAMP HAVE COME TO AN END...ALL SUMMER LONG I LUSTED AFTER MY SOON-TO-BE GIRLFRIEND'S WOODSTOCK STUFFED ANIMAL...SHE GIVES IT TO ME AS A GOING AWAY PRESENT...I STILL HAVE IT .

THE SUMMER WAS NOT AS GOOD AS THE TWO PREVIOUS SUMMERS...IN REALITY...IT ONLY TAKES ONE INDIVIDUAL TO FUCK THINGS UP...I WILL REMEMBER THIS LESSON FOR FUTURE ENDEAVORS .

I BEGIN TO CRY...95 % FOR HOW BEAUTIFUL THINGS WERE...5 % BECAUSE I CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE SO EASILY COMPROMISE LOVE...NEXT STOP...FIRST YEAR UNIVERSITY AND AN IMAGINARY PING PONG CHAMPIONSHIP .

WHEN PEOPLE TELL YOU THAT ORIENTAL PEOPLE ARE GOOD AT PING PONG...THEY AIN'T JUST FUCKING AROUND .

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