220 Push ups
It Hurts To Be Away From The Family Now That I Realise How Important They Are In My Life. Why Am I Here? I Want To Make My Parents Proud, But In Exchange I Sacrifice Time Spent With Them And Instead Suffer With All Shits Here. In The First Place Do I Even Deserve To Be Here? Or Am I Here Just Because Of A Stupid Award For Shooting Well? Honestly I Don't Even Know How To Lead, Needless To Say Lead The Section/Platoon In Battles And Fights. There Is Somewhere Within Me That Is Fearful; Fearful Of Leading, Fearful Of Being In Charge, Fearful Of Having The Responsibility.
I Just Want To Be Free, To Be Me. Sometimes I Feel That Happiness Is Relinquished From Inside Of Me; Just A Hollow Shell Waiting To Me Cracked Open And Turned To Nothingness.
Probably I Really Don't Deserve To Be Here. And Yet I Have To Bear With It, To Show Them To Make Them Proud, But I Feel Miserable. =/
In A Bit.
