Day 1
(I'm adding this note purely to comment on my lack of dates. I do not see the point in marking the exact moment this happened. I mean, we're all going to be dead in a few months anyway, if the damn conservatives have finally managed to get anything right.)
What's this, Hunter Clarington hating conservatives?
If you could see me, my disgust would be glaring you in the face.
But aren't I a good little military boy?
I was. Once upon a time. In many respects I still am. I find myself marching down the halls between classes. I still find myself standing and snapping to attention with rhythmical precision whenever a teacher or superior enters a room. My heart quickens every morning during The Pledge. And, I still demand the utmost best of my cadets friends.
But how I was treated was
What they did change
Fuck them fuck them all and the horses they rode in on
Long story short, I can no longer give a fuck who runs the country. But, it's a lot more fun to make fun of the republicans. They get a little pissy at you. And by pissy, I of course mean that they may run at you with axe and pitchfork screaming for a witch trial.
And I would know.
I suppose you're wondering why I'm even writing this thing.
To tell you the truth, so am I.
Well, that's a story for another time. Assuming I ever actually pick this gay piece of crap up again. I mean, who writes in a diary?
This isn't a diary. It's an assignment. And I'll be long gone before anyone would even dare read this.
… I don't like the irony to that sentence.
For fuck's sake, Hunter. Have the last five years of your life taught you nothing? Did your cadetship not teach you how to be direct? Did your disease virus illness weakness not teach you the importance of not wasting time?!
I'm not sure what the hell they expect me to write in this. My feelings? Yeah. Right.
Well, this whole thing is a waste of time.
I'm off now.
Do I say goodbye to a piece of writing?
I suppose I'm never going to see this shit again. It's been lovely knowing you, few pages of book. Have a nice life. I know I sure will.
Hi there!
I'm going to be experimenting with a few different styles here... I'll eventually let you know why he's been given this 'assignment' and everything else, but I do think it's interesting to see just how many sides the poor kid keeps. And it should be mainly 'normal' narrative, but there will be little bits and pieces like this thrown in from time to time... probably mostly when I get writer's block!
Thanks to everyone who's with me so far! It really does mean a lot that people take time out of their day to spend on reading this... Thanks especially to Carbon65, PenMagic, MD5991, Eraman and Different Child!
Oh, and, as an after thought, apparently editing the HTML sourcecode WON'T LET ME PUT MY STRIKE-THROUGHS IN. Thanks, FFnet. So the weird things italicised (for the time being) should be striked out... but does anyone have any idea how I can get it to save? Please?
Like it? Hate it? Want my phone to become permanently attached to my hand so I can't type? Please let me know!
Keep smiling! :D
