For real.

One last hug.
One last kiss.
One last goodbye.

It was never meant to end this way.

NOT.

Passing out is only the beginning.
(14 months left!)

**

I can see where this is heading.
So do I stem the tide, or go with the current?

But I am.

The badge we have been yearning for so badly is going to be ours soon.

But then again, the nearer it is to the 11th of November, the less enthusiasm I feel. I used to dream of the day the badge was pinned onto my chest and the pride that would course through my veins. I used to imagine myself shouting something funny before I jumped down HMS Terror. I used to think that all the hammering sessions would make passing out all the sweeter. And of course, viewing the Hell Week video, smirking while our parents and loved ones choke and gawk at the crap we went through...

Now is a different matter.
I haven't gotten my Divers' Gold.
I haven't passed my 6km Timed Run.

And after months of brainwashing, I don't really know whether to feel inadequate or to just ignore this general feeling of incompetence.

I'll still get the badge.
What I feel when I get it is a whole different story...

**

But still.
Thank you 31 for the being the most atrocious and crazy canines (indirect quote) ever.

Learn more about me!
I'm too opinionated and idealistic to be your friendly neighbourhood superhero.

Credits.
Rusroulette/Adele

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