Time whirled around my head and pushed it's way out the door.

People come and go, but there's still livejournal.
The joy of living is becoming more obsolete.
There's only time to stand, sit, eat, shit, sit, kneel, and sleep.

Routine, routine.

I miss being small.

Tired.
Home.
Bed.
Cable.
11 days. A N D C O U N T I N G.

I can't live in this lie forever.

I can't believe this thing has done this to me.

They can't break me.
I won't let them.

FUCK THEM.

5 days of r/r.
That'll be nice for a bit.

Another steel beach picnic today.
Hope the food is ok.

I want to be home already!

Back to Japan again.

OH joy.

I could feel complete.
Tasting that side of it.
IT being with you.
Not suffocating.
Just, complete.
Not wanting to regret.
Or look for something more.
Not wanting to just settle.
I want the ONE.
The pot is running dry of faith in IT.
It's empty here, inside.

I've been patient too long.

My boobs are alright now, no pain, just lumps.

I'm so exhausted, I've had a 20 hour day. Not enough time to sleep.

I want to go home.
I miss my bed.
I miss my mommy.
I miss my sister and little brother.

There are large masses in my boobs.
I don't know what it is.
Medical doesn't know what it is.
I wish I wasn't here right now.
I wish I could see a real doctor.

These past three days have been an incredible blur.
I have hickeys on my neck, I really hate that.
I'm surprised I haven't gotten yelled at by some nosy first class.

I've spent way too much money on alcohol.
Over 600. Is that bad? Eek.

My head hurts.
I LOVE MALAYSIA!

Singapore was not fun, well, I'm sure it was, I just did not enjoy it.
All I got to do, was sit on base, have one drink, and eat some shitty food.
There was no massage, no happy ending, and no puking, so my night was ruined.
At least I got cool cigarette boxes with lovely pictures on them.:D

I'm going to get so fucking drunk in Malaysia, I can't