med board is back in.

i've been found fit for duty.

that means im still in the navy.

the love of my life is angry at me.

and i have very rarely ever felt this alone.

it would be easier to just leave.

but no one loves a coward.

In all likelihood there will be letters sent to the commanding officer of the hospital, as well as the base ( Read more... )

Indeed! I have just finished clogging my veins with pineapple thin crust pizza and garlic sauce. I could become quite round. I found it mildly ironic that there were commercials for plavix while I was jamming my capillaries. Mmm. arterial plaque ( Read more... )

Its too much to hold up under anymore. I can't do this anymore ( Read more... )

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i need to be home. in my own bed. im shaking. im sick. and more then anything i just want to be held.
i need to be held i think. i know. i cried last night. and shouldn't have. i made him nervous. i made him scared. i still need to cry.
about a lot of things.
i need to eat something.

i love you guys.

someday i promise to be me again.

She hadn't started getting really bad then. But her appetite had started to fade. I was in the summer before starting freshman year of high school. We lived in a beautiful california contemporary on rainbow road. I think the house was haunted. Oh well. She was hungry for once. I went outside and put on my helmet and pulled my purple huffy out of ( Read more... )

Im ready to go back to bed. I woke up with a bad feeling, form a dream I had, it was strange and parts of it made my skin crawl, but I can't write enough of it down for it to make sense ( Read more... )

so tired i can hardly move.
want to be held.
want to come home.
to chicago.
to gainesville.
to a house in the middle of nothing.

so i can be at peace.

peace is a bed. and someone who i love holding me
against his chest, protective arm stretched over me.
no one can hurt me.
but there is a panic-y feeling of when his arms arent there.