so, it's official, six more months of this. i'm really not sure i can handle it. i psyched myself out to last this long, i'm not sure, if i can lie to myself very much longer. there is just absolutely no joy anywhere i go. can a person be expected to live like this, even if only for six months? i'm not sure. i think i may snap. i have grand visions of slamming someones head into the wall if they piss me off. of kicking them down the ladder wells when they are walking in front of me. i want everyone to shut the fuck up, or to, at least, think before they speak. i want people to take showers daily and i want the people who clean the head to really do their job for once. i'm tired of being dirty no matter how much i shower, and i'm tired of eating food that has been rejected from hardy's. i'm tired of working for people who think they know everything, and have no grasp on reality. i'm tired of working with people who are only in the navy because they were rejected from society. uuuggg. enough self pity for today.