Soul Breaker

When you step into a camp, its like time outside stops, to you that is- waiting, living for that one and a half days you have per week (or per two to three weeks) but whenever you leave, the shocking reality that times does go on. And nothing really changes without you around. Its sobering - and sad. Sometimes you just want to cry but tears evade your best efforts until you realize you're so used to it your brain is screaming "PLEASE FOR YOUR SANITY, DON'T GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE".

Life goes on. without me, their world will go on turning. a world that's full of happiness that i have never known. i love them. i love them. but only on my own.

I don't need fanfare or large parades. Marching bands or excellent grades. All I want is to be in the loop, to not feel lonely if I'm not alone. Is that too much to ask?

Creating memories are painful, we must always remember, it is the most painful not for the one who is left behind, but the one that has to forget. Everywhere you go, "take nothing but pictures, leave nothing but footprints". People are just people, if you draw in many lines, it hurts the most when they must forget. So now go stop the flow, why make so many friends if its going to leave everyone hurting. Why share your life with people who will and are going to forget who you are. Its not worth it. Time is a one way street, unless we can travel back and forth, there's no point in trying to block the river's flow, just let it go.

JUST LET THEM GO.

Maybe the best place to die, is on the battlefield after all. Because death is expected and death is served. You die doing your duty, owing nothing to your country and family. No one will mourn but all will celebrate your cause because by the time the know, chances are they won't be in any state to mourn or the euphoria of victory numbs the pain.

Shoot me through the helmet. I'll see you at Panti.

Quote of e Post:
No man is an island. Each man's joy is joy to me, each man's grief is my own.