I have reverted to being quiet and private when in the army. I used to be noisy and outspoken back in Polytechnic, but lately, I find myself not wanting to talk. I don’t feel the need to talk if all I have to contribute are complaints and ‘hi-bye’ conversations.

I’m tired of being judged. I’m tired of being maligned of not putting in effort. I’m sick of being treated with disrespect and impatience. I put up with shit to preserve relationships, but in the end, people are stepping all over me.

I no longer know who and what I am. I have lost my identity and I am wearing yet another mask.

The world, in which I am god, is fading. My gift of imagination has become stagnant.

That is all I have to say.

Logen