I am now wearing my Army uniform, writing my last lines before I go out.
I am tired. My eyes are red. I can't stop myself from yawning.
I do not wish to think of anything else. I want to rest. I want to recharge.
I have wasted too much time this afternoon. Like throwing sand into a river.
I want to deceive myself, but I can't. It's impossible.
Time flies. And I hope I can too…