Let me just start by saying, I just had the worst week ever. For the past 20 years of my life, I've never seen myself in a more terrible state - Extremely shagged, Depressed, Low Morale, Discouraged, Disconnected from the world. It's the worst I've ever felt.
Sitting on the mud was 'icky' at first experience but it grew more and more comfortable eventually. I could sit down and stone for hours, sometimes thinking about my purpose in life (yes it's that bad) and sometimes just nothing at all. And I had no watch to even tell the time.
The week starts crawling day by day and it worsens as the days go by. I felt like giving up but I didn't. Despite suffering from night blindness, night time was probably my favourite part of the day. The irony. I could see nothing but pitch black and I just lay dead, motionless. I could hear the wild boars walking and snorting all around my sleeping area and secretly wished for it to just eat me alive so I won't have to go through the next day.
And then we were told that our parents wrote letters to us. Well, for most of us. I felt a teeny weeny excited, butterflies in my stomach and then there was that feeling of holding back your tears only to be disappointed to find out that only a few of us would receive the letters and the rest? Nope. I broke down, resigned myself to fate.
It was a horrible feeling but eventually after a lot of grueling activities, each and every one of us got our letters. I opened my letter. Started reading the first line, "Dear son..." and almost instantly, the tears started rolling. I read the rest of the letter, genuinely laughed for the first time in the week, smiled, thinking about how silly my mom can be and that was the best I've ever felt. I read the rest of the letter, feeling contented.
Other people laughed at me for crying my tears out, I secretly laughed at them for not having their parents to actually bother writing them letters. And that's what separates me from them.
Of course there was a letter from my sister also. All of a sudden, it seems that I have the energy and determination to finish this week so that I can see them once again during the weekends.
So I'm thankful this week is almost over. And I love my mom and my sister because they're the best. Period.
Sitting on the mud was 'icky' at first experience but it grew more and more comfortable eventually. I could sit down and stone for hours, sometimes thinking about my purpose in life (yes it's that bad) and sometimes just nothing at all. And I had no watch to even tell the time.
The week starts crawling day by day and it worsens as the days go by. I felt like giving up but I didn't. Despite suffering from night blindness, night time was probably my favourite part of the day. The irony. I could see nothing but pitch black and I just lay dead, motionless. I could hear the wild boars walking and snorting all around my sleeping area and secretly wished for it to just eat me alive so I won't have to go through the next day.
And then we were told that our parents wrote letters to us. Well, for most of us. I felt a teeny weeny excited, butterflies in my stomach and then there was that feeling of holding back your tears only to be disappointed to find out that only a few of us would receive the letters and the rest? Nope. I broke down, resigned myself to fate.
It was a horrible feeling but eventually after a lot of grueling activities, each and every one of us got our letters. I opened my letter. Started reading the first line, "Dear son..." and almost instantly, the tears started rolling. I read the rest of the letter, genuinely laughed for the first time in the week, smiled, thinking about how silly my mom can be and that was the best I've ever felt. I read the rest of the letter, feeling contented.
Other people laughed at me for crying my tears out, I secretly laughed at them for not having their parents to actually bother writing them letters. And that's what separates me from them.
Of course there was a letter from my sister also. All of a sudden, it seems that I have the energy and determination to finish this week so that I can see them once again during the weekends.
So I'm thankful this week is almost over. And I love my mom and my sister because they're the best. Period.
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