apart from the scorching afternoon that probably got me roasted after lots of endurance and burst running during physical training, there was this:

"The flashbacks keep coming
Like a train that never stops running
Some things have to be forgotten
And others just remain regrettable
Confidence keeps fighting to conquer all fears
The clocks keep ticking and the calendar pages keep flipping
Isn't there a pause button anywhere to be found?
The good times became a person we have learned to disengage
Unwelcome feelings uncontrollably invade our hearts
Sometimes those memorable events we regret were just chances waiting to be taken
These memories keep coming down to nothing but apathy
And it's all because life just runs its own track. "

i'm jaded.