0700 hours
I'm in the classroom right now. Yesterday was easy, but I still hate the MAA (Policeman) and ARDC of my Division. Their voices are really annoying after a while. Today is cold as fuck. My hands are falling off.
Today is pretty sad.
So far, only one kid has cried. He's got anxiety or something like that. Good thing my depression isn't acting up too much.
1300 hours
God freaking damn it. My stomach hurts like shit. PE hurts. Nausea is building. We all had to do crazy leg-muscle building and shit. It was fucking painful.
For chow, I just ate mashed potatoes & gravy. It twas a small meal. Maybe not enough. I decided to stay limited, cuz I didn't want to risk a let out.
Right now, I'm int he middle of a class. We are learning about stress, so I guess I won't be falling asleep anytime soon.
I feel like I have lost much of my artistic abilities, too. I can't write well. My voice is raspy and low. Usually, to cooperated with stress, I sing, write, and listen to music.
Right now, I think I am dying. Its just not normal. I realy wish I can hear music again.
My head might explode.
My mouth might turn to a flesh door.
My feet might collapse under me.
My fingers might fall off tommorrow.
I want to get pass this training. One-and-a half days down, and five-and-a-half more.
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