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No, the title’s merely there because the post before this says “I Won’t Give Up” and I can’t think of a good title for this post.
8 months on, and I’m wondering how people make the full two years. It’s driving me totally crazy, inside and outside.
And see, this is what happens everytime I try to tell anyone at home how I feel about something. It’s like throwing an egg-soaked-in-vinegar against a wall. It bounces off the wall and looks perfectly ok on the outside, but everything inside still gets smashed anyway. And oh, it’s totally alright to anyone who might be passing by, because there’s no mess to clean up, and an egg with the insides all mushy is fine, because that’s what eggs are for. They’re either meant to be eaten, or meant to be thrown at something.
It’s the typical case that, oh hey, you shouldn’t be feeling this way. I mean, well, LOOK, there’s a couple thousand, hundred thousand people who are going through or have gone through the same thing you have, and they probably all feel the same y’know? So it’s ok, suck it up dude. So army, don’t talk to me about standardization, because all you try to standardize is what people look like and what they do. You haven’t had to deal with people trying to standardize the way you feel.
idk. I really don’t.
