Post camp blues are when you spend so much time with people having fun then when you leave you find yourself alone.
Usually the people I meet aren't all that amazing so haven't been that bothered when we had separated and went home.
But this was different, something was different. I felt for the first time that I could be me and they allowed this to be.
I wish it could've gone on longer 'cause making friends on the last night and there's so much more I wanted to see.
I think this will be the last of the V Camp section of post camp blues. I have more to say just I wrote 10 poems on it already. Unless people want it to go on.