Day in and day out

In a lull, in a daze. Everyday I stagger on, not in the sense that I'm depressive or in a bad mood all the time, in fact I'm pretty on in camp. No. But the purposeless-ness is killing me. The book outs are all wasted with no sense that I have to apply for university and scholarships.

Feel like writing some poems again...

I miss deep conversations. I don't feel truly deeply connected with anyone in my platoon yet. Not like my school friends.

I re-found my friend's blog. Hoo-rah!