Day 27 of Camp P.

Who feels like a rag doll, raise their hand.

-raises mine-

Guess who bitched me out again???

Mason's recruiting SGT.

You know why?

Because I asked if Mason could get the chance of having R.A. this month.

Oooooh, such a no-no asking stupid questions like that, right??? So bad. So bad...

REALLY???? ...

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The only good thing that happened today was that Mason got to talk to me for 3 hours. We only were texting though... No phone call. Yet it was nice to chat with him for a little bit.

I wish that was the ONLY thing that happened to me today. But no. Of course crap had to hit the fan.

Especially during dinner time while you're out in public. So lovely, correct? Where everyone can tell you're upset and are wondering why? Totally what I want. Totally.

And then there's the fact that your grandpa is almost drunk off his ass so he's being really obnoxious at the dinner table, having husbands slightly pissed off because he kept messing with their wives. AWESOME! Just what I want to have to deal with, you know??? So great. So great. Let's do it again because I OBVIOUSLY enjoy being embarrassed by a drunk old bastard.

God...

I'm glad this day is over...

However, I still want to turn invisible. Sounds like it'll make everybody happy; if I were just nonexistent. No need to worry about the Pestering Payton anymore. Right? ... Right? Just doing people a favor, right? I put people before myself. Just trying to make people happy, here. Just bein' myself... Sorry that's such a tragic and annoying thing.

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Peace out.