It’s sometimes hard to believe that I’ve been out here for 9 whole months (except for the few days I took when I went home).
It’s been a hard and difficult 9 months but somehow I’m still standing.
I don’t know why I always remember the 3rd of every month; I guess it’s just a reminder of everything that’s happened. Gives me a time to reflect a little more on things.
Anywhoo, I’m tired. Off to bed I go.