These days, I feel like I have very little in the form of release.
Nothing to take the edge off, nothing to make me feel like I’m doing anything but talking to a brick wall or screaming into the void.
So here I am. Screaming into the digital void again.
I’m pretty sure this is the most private app that I have, the only means of saying shit without the fear of repercussions or hurt feelings.
I’m fucking exhausted. I’m tired of continuing to do the same shit over again, daily. Like not even burnt out, I’m just sick of fucking waking up.
It’s been a year since I left for training. Six months since I’ve been back.
I should’ve went active. It would have been a means of escaping everything (again) and build a new life. Maybe one that would have made me feel like i belonged somewhere, even if I wasn’t happy.
I somehow thought that separating myself for six months would allow me to come back and tolerate or god forbid, enjoy my existence.
I don’t know if I changed at all from it, people around me say that I have, but I think that has more of a negative connotation than anything. I’m just more of a dick. Not much of a surprise there.
But I should be happy. I should be proud. I should feel.. something. But I dont. I’m just as fucking miserable as before.
I’m a “soldier.” A combat medic. I work at an amazing hospital. I’m a pre-Med student. I’m sober. I’m following my “dreams.”
I’m surrounded by more people than I can fathom. But I’m alone.
And I’m fucking miserable.