by communist 8/16/2012, 10:49 pm
I walk back in and sit on my bunk. I feel lonely, which surprises me. My reputation is usually cold and refusing to come out of my shell. But there's not much to do around here without other campers to chat with or something. I sigh. Why would coming here be easier for me~? It's always like this: people ignore me. You have to make it happen yourself, they say, but it's so hard. What do you say~? What do you talk about~? I wish I was somebody like those other kids. I get up, and my Spaniel, Brownie, gets up too. It's amazing how he acts more mature than most dogs. I bend down to pet him and he licks my hand. I straighten up again and we both walk out.