This is not my body. My body is lying somewhere on a couch: flabby, pale, and feeling sorry for itself. Through working at Camp Millhouse, I have lost six pounds. I have gotten a tan and there just isn't any time for negative feelings. I no longer have that annoying pouch of fat on my stomach, or folds of fat in my back. Between lifting people into chairs, making sure they don't escape, not eating a whole lot, and all the stress caused by it...
I'm tired. I never thought I'd ever be this tired in my life.
It seems unhealthy. No sleep, little food, too much stress. I can see why Josh quit.
That doesn't mean that I'm going to quit. There is no way. They need me too much. If I leave, that's one less person they have. And if it's stressful for me, imagine how stressful it would be without me. And I do not take back promises.
It's raining again. This is the third Intake Day that it's rained. This time it's raining hard.
Maybe they just won't come because of the rain.
Wishful thinking.
 Gethsemane · Sun Jul 02, 2006 @ 01:25pm · 1 Comments |
