Some serious thought…
My life… it sucks. And although i think that i am doing a good job of hiding this fact from myself on occasion, let’s face it… the truth hurts.
I mean yeah i know that i will be ok going to Iraq, but the idea of it annoys me more than anything else, although i am not really sure why that is. It’s not so much fear or the whole away from home and English bookstores for a year that bothers me, because i did that one last year to and had a blast, i think it is because my mother is actually worried about the fact that i am going over there. That is what is annoying me. I am not afraid to be blown up or shot at because i know that i signed that contract during a time of war, i will full-fill my duties inherent to that role, but it doesn’t mean i have to like it right?
I mean my mother is scared, the only time i can acctually remember her being over protective of me in my life. And she feels so hopeless because she knows that there is nothing she can do to stop me from going over there, i mean hell there is nothing i can do to stop myself from going.
I try to look at the bright side of things, i will be making a shit ton of non-taxable money, but at the same time is it really worth putting my life on the line for a war that we provoked? I mean really WMDs… PLEASE! *rolls eyes*
If i am going to be killed in combat i want to know that it is for the right reasons and not someones unjustifayable need to finnish daddies work.
*sigh* I am just fed up… with everything.
The war
Playing marriage counselor
lack of school
not getting journalism like i was promised (should be use to that though)
disappointing people
i just want it all to end. Not in the oh let me go kill myself way, but in the oh… can i please hit pause for a moment and run to get something to drink way (did that make sense to anyone other than me?)
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