I'm back and forth on looking forward to camp. I think it will be great to be out in the woods for a month, but it's hard work out there and I'm going to mis my Phantom, and my friends and my family. It's the constant struggle between trying to get pumped about independance, and enjoying my life as it currently stands. I'm tired of being anxious, but it seems that I can't accomplish what I need to. I dunno. The summer is shaping up very awkwardly, but it's all happening. I dunno. I'm happy, but I'm lost. I'm all about complicated confusion. Woot!