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For real, it's like every day is the same. Now that I work night's I cant even keep track of the days. None stop bullshit over and over again. So many fucking things running through my mind and I cant even keep track of what is going on right in my face. Im in a fucking combat zone with people who would love nothing more then to kill me and I am worried about things I wanta do when I get home in 9 months. For once in my life I have never felt so unsure about the future and felt so fucking alone. I am giving up and I wish I wouldnt. Insted I wish I didnt even try so that way I know there would be no failure. With every day that I think things are getting better it hits like a fucking brick to the head and things get five times worse. It's like their trying to drain the life out of me. I wish I could be more positive about this shit. Thats all I got.