Meh, You see, Our President is a bit...special, in a bad way.
Fuck.
You see, Two weeks ago, She decided that for <her> and <her mom's> activity this summer, That we would go get fitted for backpacks at the local camp/outdoor store.
Now, This being <her> activity, She is supposed to set it up.
She refused to call them, after her mother snapped at the entire crew for "Not ever doing things on our own"
and an awkward four minutes of silence until I volunteered to help out of panic.
So I got this entire fitting for our crew set up, and guess what? Only two others(My good friends, Xavier and Lindsay) show up.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.
Now, Let's go back about...three weeks?
So our President is sitting at a desk working on her Gold award speech.
A troop leader walks over to her and I(Who was helping another leader at the same desk) and he asks, very politely "(Hername), Is the Crew staying with the troop, or Independently for Moab"
(Moab is the annual trip everyone in the troop and crew goes on)
She says "I'll think about it, and tell you later"
He nods, and leaves.
About twenty minutes later, after talking to the leaders in charge of the trip, he comes back.
"(Hername), It turns out we need to know, Now, like, right now"
She replies that she will get back with him, now these two have never gotten along because he is strict about rules with her.
He again, sighs "We need to know tonight"
He left, and I turned and started debating the benefits of staying with them(Which I wanted) and not,
Eventually she agreed with me, purely to get me to shut up.
I walked over to the leader, Told him we are staying with the troop.
He was amazed I got it done.
Well, We are expected to help out, since they supply everything.
So I planned for us to cook breakfast, Simple, right?
No.
So I was just told, make a meal plan and give it to the patrol in charge of food.
Ahahahaha. no.
So I made the plan, Then found out from the President's mom, That we need to keep it under $2 a person.
So we worked on it.
Then she threw "Oh we need to have stuff for vegans to eat"
Tonight she kept lying, and telling me that I had to figure out how to get the food.
Now I am stressed, and crying, Due to giving Lindsay a ride, and my sister, I barely spoke to Mason.
I wish I could cry to him.
I really wish I could just cry and snuggle, and be safe and not be screamed at for it.
He'd probably let me too, if I was better at crying in front of people, I can't, I've made it such a habit.
I wish he would just finish up at Job Corps and come home.
Home is good, Home is with me, Home is not five hundred and eighty miles away from me.
Home is where I know I can be with you, and not be scared of everything because you are around.
This sucks.
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Savvi.
