Friday, January 6
not many hours left now. it's already jan 6.
the physical torture, the mental toughness, the gruelling days, they won't make me cry. it's just the thought of the people. leaving loved ones behind. and all the things i'll be missing.
to the closest people in my life, you mean more to me than just that sms can say.
i may say a little prayer from time to time, seeking spiritual refuge from beings i do not (yet) believe to exist. but in the end, i would be the source of my strength and comfort.
goodbye everyone.