Privyet...

So I'm off for camp Monday morning. I'm trying to get in a cabin with my sister... Which may prove to be difficult because of the age groups and differences. My moms not coming this year so... I don't know. I'm a nervous wreck already. And sadly, there's pretty much nothing anyone can do to make it go away.

You see, my dad told my mom she was lucky he let her live. He also told her she'd better not say another fucking word to him. So she's not going to. My birthday's a few weeks away. I'm sure he expects to come over or take me somewhere. I don't want that chicken-shit bastard anywhere near me. I have to tell him that. Because Mom's not talking to him. And it's eating away at my insides.

Also, the divorce will be final the week after my birthday. All terrible things I don't want to be around for, but I know I need to be here for because my mom and my sister are gonna need someone to cry on. So I'm hoping to go stay with my sister for the week after that. When it's finally over. And I can cry.

Anyhoo, so I got the title cause it's camp time again... You know, and I talked about my camp experience last year. So yeah, I'll be gone for a week. And then type up everything from my journal when I get back.

So do svidaniya!