Why is life so damn redundant? So repetative? Stuck with endless dailey routines and crazy schedules that were forced upon us at birth. I’m a 20 year old Female soldier, married, and Â in the U.S Army, I work as an 31B which is an MP. I’ve seen shit most haven’t before I joined working for the Volunteer Fire Department in my hometown.Â I’m just sick and tired of being sick and tired. I can’t wake up in the morning for myself anymore, I now wake up for other people becuase it’s too damn depressing to do shit for myself anymore. I’m sorry for who I am and for who I’ve become. This bullet is the calibur to my fatal end.