Perfectly miserable and feeling alone

Been trying to call three numbers since 7, Bobby, Monte, and home. No one picks up, I'm exhausted from crying, but I know I need to talk more than sleep.

I hare this, I want to leave, but as the cadence goes "Oh lord I want to go, but they won't let me go..."

For the first time in my military time I didn't fear my future, I didn't dread the next 5 years of my life too much. And now, I'm back with the shit I hate, hate hate hate

And they won't let me go