I hate this fucking ass hole. Someone save me now.
He's flipping insane !! He's trying to kill me or something I swear it!! He tells me I can't eat till I have sat in one place with my arms out for eight hours!! Course, he lets me eat before I do that, but still!! I'm going to go insane with boredom the next time I need to do that. It'd the same damn monotonous stances over and over and over, or the same position for hours!! Every single freaking day of my damned life!! I thought the camp was harsh, he beats me if I'm a freaking millimeter off target!! I wonder if a person can die from note cards, crazy guy said he could do it. I don't really believe him, butI don't really want to tepmt him to show me. I don't feel like dieing either....but I have the feeling I will do so soon....
I miss Fred laughing at me when I wrote these. I miss drill instructors telling me this isn't long enough, or detailed enough. At least they didn't flat out tell me I was a moron and sucked at writing, or that I was in desperate need of a hit on the head for not describing every detail of my day extremely thurrowly. This guy's an ass....at least I had friends at the camp....
