And I freaking abhor you.

Feel that throb in my mind. I'm filled to the brim with Red Cross and the EOYs. Stress is great. YEAH STRESS! I'm living deliberately. I'm living with groove. I'm living with a purpose and I'm living for you. I'm living.  I'm leaving. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I'm not living for you. I'm living because of them. They gave me the things you've never given me. And I love them for that. I love you my NCOs. I really do.

:]

And Thoreau said, "most men lead lives of quiet desperation."
I nodded.
"I know."