I’ve been feeling very unmotivated. I just don’t care about anything sometimes. In my mind I do, but I mostly just show everyone that I don’t give a fuck. I think it’s just because that’s the way people act around me or towards me, so why should I go out of my way to show people I care? So I can be taken advantage of?
Whatever. I’m ready for this deployment to be over with. The command I’m at now, makes me completely over the Navy. My command legitimately makes the Navy look like shit.
I’m ready to go home so that my boyfriend and I can be a normal couple again and I can stop hating him so much. I can’t stand him when we’re at work. It’s becoming a problem.
I’m frustrated, stressed, annoyed, hateful towards everything.I feel like I’m going to go crazy, if I haven’t already.
So far in the Navy..
I’ve been at my command for a little over a year now and I’m currently halfway through my first deployment.
I’ve learned how to hate more than anything. Yes, hate is a strong word, but it’s the best way I can describe it. Why do I hate it? There’s a lack of common sense. Im sure that’s everywhere, but especially the military. Especially they Navy. And especially for some reason, my command. My job sucks. I hate it. And even when I do everything I can do and then some, it’s not enough. I want to cross rate. Unfortunately, I still have to wait a year before trying. The females here, with the exception of a few, are sluts. I hate it. I hate them. How and why do you do it? The majority of these “sluts” are married or in a relationship. This is why people have trust issues. I will never accept them for who they are and I have no respect for them. It goes for males too. They are the same. That shit gets to me. Bothers me. Upsets me. I have a lot of hatred for that kind of stuff.
I literally almost hate everything and that is sad. And idk if im more mad about that or upset.
I like the Navy in general. Deployment isn’t terrible. I hate my rate and I hate these people. I just hate it. There’s no other way to explain it.
End of story