I actually miss camping at school.
I miss imagining slow and painful deaths of those people I hate. I miss staring someone straight in the eye, sending bad auras to their unworthy souls. I miss silently praying for the worst. I miss contributing into an "accident". I miss cursing out immortally.
Lol, okay, I guess I don't really miss camping. I miss hating on people. Hoho, I am a weird child.
