I want to die.
No really, I know what all you little fuckers are thinking. "Oh don't be so edgy, you teenage edgelord". Well fuck you. In this cold, frozen wasteland, when all you can do is count the number of fingers you might still have left by the morning and the dream the day that you come back, while you fuckers live like kings in your fucking warm-ass rooms; you don't know the fucking meaning of hardship until you've made fun of it, and it comes to bite you in your ass.
Good god, I've gone mad.
Why the fuck am I speaking to an unknown audience, I've got no fucking clue. I'm a perfectly sane, normal guy. Well, I guess I was. 2 months in this hellhole can do a number to a man, I've gotta admit. Ever pissed onto the snow, just to discover you gotta break the piss of your manhood? It's not a pleasant experience. No good food, either. Only cold biscuits and lukewarm water so that it won't freeze while we pour it down our gullets. No ale, no songs, no entertainment. No hope.
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Sigh.
If I'm to be honest, if a man had hope, he could probably survive in this shithole. He could face the day with a smile, striving for that bright dream of his, whether it be family, friends, lover, or a goal.
Too bad no one in this Northern fort has any of that sort.
Annoying. I turn my body to the side, pulling my covers up further about my ears, and attempt to drift off into dreamland, where these thoughts of mine disappears into the abyss.
*CRASH
"AHAHAHA you still lazing about soldier? Come on to the mess, you gotta eat up so that you can have the energy to survive another day! Come on up, wake up your frozen limbs!"
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"Ah, General, can't you just leave me be?"
"Nope, no can do. Come on up, we have a full day scheduled!"
As he spoke, this muscle-headed general fucking lifts me up like a baby, then proceeds to run down to the mess hall, all the while laughing that annoying guffaw of his.
"AHAHAHAHAHA"
What's more annoying than my thoughts is this stupidly honest and kind general, who goes out of his way to wake up and pick up every single soldier under his care.
Seriously, I want to die.
But he makes me want to live.
Annoying.