Camping was wonderful. I had such a great time. Probs drank more than I should, but at this point, I had too much fun to regret it. It was so nice to just get away from everything. I took like a million pictures, as per usual. And it allowed me a lot of time to think.
Sometimes, I'm not sure I can live up to what you expect of me. I know, it's not even like you have ridiculous expectations. You've never asked for me to be anything more than I am. But I see the the things you say, write, say, or feel. And I feel inadequate. I'm not sure I can get rid of it. And if I can't... Nothing good will come from it.
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