As soon as we hit port, I plan on curling up with a nice big case of Vitamin G. I plan on drinking so much ginuess that I fucking go comatose. I'm sick of alot of shit, and feel rather broken, helpless, inadiquate and lost. Just a something piggybacking the stress, I think. Right now I just want to lock myself in a room, get out of this uniform,
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