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[filfofepitomy]

I don't like the sea...as I stand in the smoke deck aboard my ship, steaming somewhere in the Arabian Gulf...all I can do is think as I watch the crash into each other and along the bow of this steady, steel prison... I think of all the mistakes I've made, the people I've hurt...the people that have hurt me...the friendships I've lost...the people it feels as though I abondoned, or as though they abandoned me... Six months is a long time for thoughts like these, and it's wearing my leather mind thin as rice paper...it feels as though I can't stay together for much longer...S.O.S. Save my sinking ship...

If anyone is bored and needs something to do...send me a letter...anything. I need human contact. It's lonely out here...and it's driving me insane...