I'm laying in a bunk bed, in one of the newer cabins at my childhood camp. I never thought I'd be back here again. So much has changed. So much is the same. Kinda like me. I feel like I'm fighting the change God wants for me in my life. In a lot of ways I'm happy and content and I'm terrified if I make changes, people will leave me again. And that I'll be sad again. But then I remember that I still am kinda sad. So I'm not too sure where to go from here. And if I pray about it I know the answer I'll get. So I'm putting it off.

Ps. If you're still reading, I'm kinda lost without you :(