So anyway, pretty soon it'll be sunday again and another week will go by.. unnoticed by many and yet some will count the minutes like days. I'll go back to my usual routine in camp again. boring boring boring..
since enlisting I have had this habit of calling home every night whenever possible. if not a text to mom to let her know I'm still alive would suffice..
the calls would always be short, we always said the same things roughly.. I guess we've gotten so used to always saying the same things, and in the past I would be so tired I wouldn't want to talk anyway.. Though sometimes I wish I could talk with mom or anyone for that matter of fact on more than just a superficial level. It doesn't have to be about problems, why do parents always think that when their kids wanna talk it's about something bad.
I guess this is what 20 years of being in a bottle does.. when you finally decide to come out, you feel like everybody's watching you.
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