i met up with kenneth and daniel for a de-stressed.
daniel told us how his helmet and uniform takes away his intelligence
kenneth asked me how life was in pr.

i told him the truth.

i actually cried because of pr today. purely because i couldn't take the stress. it was a good let out, i smoked like mad of course, the motion of the cigarette going in between your lips, you inhale, you terik, then release. pure release of every single fucked up shit.

smoking is theraputic. it's bad for my health, but it helps me relax.

the smoke break was crucial for me today. if i didn't go, i think i would have died.
juan told me to just cry if i needed to. i really wanted to. for once, PR actually made me feel like i cannot do it.

fuck shit.