First of all, sorry for the 10-week hiatus. I was in a boot(y) camp, forced to go by the government. I hated it at first, but of you ask me now if I ever regretted going to the camp, I'm answering a 'no'.
Though there may be bitter memories, it's a fine experience, and I can't believe I can manage without meeting my parents everyday for 71 days! It's an achievement! Give myself a pat in the back!
I left blood and tears (with additional bonus dead skin cells and hair) in that camp. I had my happy moments, and the bitter ones arrive when the time of return is near. We may stay in touch, but it will never be the same ever again.