so fucking hurt

to hear my boy saying he rather break his leg to get out of UIP, to get out of army.
to know that even saying its friday tmr meaning he can see me soon doesn’t help to ease his emo-ness.
to hear that he’s afraid of lights off coz of the possibility of having fire drills/turn outs and not having a peaceful sleep.

sigh, why can’t i be the one that’s going through all these, instead of him.

and it so bloody hurts to know that i have no means of comforting him.
esp when he and huishi says i can never know how it feels since i never go through it before.

it makes me yearn so much to be able to go through it, and get through it then proudly tell him that i can do it so can you. haiz. ),:

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