Spiralling Down

This week just keeps getting better. Last night, I had to go for some site orientation that did not required me at all, but dunno-who insisted I had to go. If I know who it is I'll go give him a piece of my mind. I literally did nothing, and only got to sleep at 2am. I already lack sleep the past few nights and I thought I could finally catch up with my sleep. You know what you are? Goddamn motherfuckers.

And today I found out that maybe we specialists got to move out of our bunk, because our bunk is suppose to be a spare bunk. If it was spare, why throw us there when we first came in? You think it's easy to move after making that bunk homely for 3 months? I say fuck off.

And Specimen 1 keeps insisting I go for some stupid tests, which I keep scoring full marks and don't need to do such unnecessary things. Why the fuck are you still bugging me to go. (I'll explain the specimen thing when I'm not feeling so fucked up.)

And the battery 2IC insists that we specialists got for the outfield tomorrow. FUCK.

Plus, duty on Saturday. Means not booking out on Friday.

Shall go study my accounting to distract myself.

Give me someone to confide in.



Here I am, once again,
I'm torn into pieces.
Can't deny, can't pretend,
Just thought you were the one.