Lately, all I wanna do is this.
I'm so restless and moody, and I miss Jack a lot.
I really don't get why the higher ranking dudes like to make all the poor army boys stay back in camp even on the weekends. They probably did it because they were made to do it last time, and prolly because they have no one to go back to on weekends so they don't know the agony of being held back in camp on weekends. I hate the army, seriously. If there is war, I'd rather just die than to defend. Then again, I might change my mind if there really is war. I hate war and army and all that military shit. Everyone should just make pancakes and read novels.
I bought a new box of coloured pencils, and they sure made me happy. For like the first 10 mins when I looked at them. I want to cuddle Jack to bed, and cry on his stomach. I wanna just go anywhere, and walk away from all these moodiness. It's slowly killing me, it's totally eating me alive.
I really hope I can see my boyf tomorrow evening. It would mean the world to me, please You?
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