The difference between right and wrong

This place is just hell

Lately, I've hadn't had much to say. I try to write what comes to mind, or what is bothering me, but I just don't really feel like writing or saying anything.
The house is quiet. I like it when it's like this. I decided that I would wake up early each morning and spend an hour writing and maybe even try spening another 30 minutes writing at night or when I am just sitting around.
I figure if I just write maybe, from all the rantings something useful might be found.
Fort Bragg is so boring, living on this post I'm sure is comparable to living in hell. I don't see how anyone can live in here and enjoy it.
I try to make the best of this place, I can only be happy when I am in my house. If I'm out, I am surrounded by people who either feel that slavery should still be enforced, that people who are different should not be allowed to run free in public or something along that BS closed minded chain of thought.
I have yet to meet anyone who has some sort of realistic intelligent way of thought.
This place is hell, I know it is... I can feel it in my bones.
Maybe its just MY hell!!!!!