I want to go camping again. I love spending the nights outside under the stars. When you're camping it's like the rest of the world doesn't exist, only the people who are there with you. I've found I become more tolerent with people when I'm camping. I'm better at talking, and I'm a lot calmer. For example, if someone is intentionally playing football near me when I'm lying on the grass, then kicking at me, I'm unlikely to use my usual tactic of ripping out their throats. In fact, when this happened, I just lay there and ignored it, and it was my boyfriend who got very scary. It's nice to just be so absent from the things that bother me so much from day to day. I'm even looking forward to my Duke Of Edinburgh despite the pain I forsee. I want to lie there in a tent and feel like there is nothing else in the world, because it is one of the greatest feelings there is. I want to sit around the fire looking into the faces of the people who I spend most of my free time with, and know that somewhere inside, they feel the way I do.
