Hi there.
Yea. Your probably looking at this topic and thinking
"What the heck is she talking about?"
I have a question. I'd be glad if anyone can help me answer it.
I feel like I'm changing and I don't know how or why. It seems I'm becoming a different person. Here is an example:
Just here recently my class (and two older grades) went on a school camp out. It was fun, and I enjoyed the time spent there. But a few things happened there that weren't good at all. My best friend and I were sharing a tent together. We've been pals since the third grade, and have always gotten along really well. I had brought my share of food and supplies we needed to cook the meals, and so did she. I brought all the food and supplies in a plastic container, and she brought hers in a cardboard box. We didn't have an extra storage tent, so we decided that our tent was big enough to store the supplies. I told her in the beginning, since this was my tent, I didn't want her to eat in the tent because it attracts bugs. I had brought a box of Oreos (a little chocolate cookie with white frosting) that had about 40 some Oreos in it. I had only eaten 5, and this was about a week before I packed them to take with us to the camp out. So keep a mental note: 40 - 5 = 35, right? Okay, so remember this as you keep reading. We drove up there and set up our camp on Wednesday. I had also asked her to take her shoes off before going in the tent, because I really hate mud in a brand new tent. By the end of the day the tent was full of rocks and mud. On Tuesday our whole class went on a nature hike. We got back and changed into some clean clothes and I was getting kind of hungry. So I asked my friend if she wanted to start preparing lunch. She told me she was too lazy to do it so I wound up cooking it. When I was about done cooking, all set and ready to eat my food, here she comes, out of the tent to ask me if she could have some. I was annoyed when she asked this. I told her that she can have some but I'm not cooking it for her. So she cooked it herself. She went back to the tent and I went on a hike with a few of my other friends. We went down to a creek where I cut my leg on a rock and got Stinging Nettle (a plant similar to Poison Oak or Poison Ivy). I was pretty tired by this point so I decided to wash up and go back to the tent. When I went back she was in the tent talking with some friends, and guess what else, eating Oreo cookies. I looked at her and my face immediately turned red. I was sick of always cleaning up her messes and doing everything for her. I mean seriously, I'm not her mother! I started to raise my voice and I asked her why she was eating in the tent. Our friends backed out of the tent and I'm glad they did. She just looked at me for a minute and said "Sorry." I noticed my plastic container was opened and I looked in the Oreo box. Remember how I said there were 35 Oreos in there? Well now there were 4 left. 35 - 4 = 31. She had eaten 31 Oreos in a day. I hadn't touched the box. I was furious now. We got into a huge fight over a stupid box of Oreo cookies. We had apologized and were friends again but that night she kept telling me about how much she hated her life and that I and her younger brother were the only two things keeping her alive. At this point, I am concerned. Even though we're all good now, I don't feel the same. On Monday when we came back to school she didn't even look at me. She wouldn't talk to me or anything. She did the same thing on Tuesday. She was out sick on Wednesday and Thursday, and she came to school on Friday but I hardly saw her because she was in trouble for not having her work done. I talked to her once and she was in tears because the teacher was being harsh on her. I feel bad but yet I don't want to be sucked in.
Sorry I had to bore you with a story like that,
but I really need some answers.
So the question remains,
WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!?