I let the track beat me today, I let the push-ups beat me today, and I let my leg beat me today.
I feel like crawling up in my bunk with a book and ignoring the world for the rest of the night.
Lately I've had a really bad case of the "I don't wannas". Don't want to leave the barracks after the sun has set, don't want to crawl out of bed for PT, don't want to call MeuExAmor, don't want to write letters or cards, don't want to clean. It's terrible, really.
Why am I here, anyways?
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