Why am I still alive? I know I should have died in Iraq. The number of times I basically begged and teased death to take me was ridiculous. Granted most of the time I wasn't even the one putting me into those situations but I should have died. Then I wouldn't have to wake up to this place. This place which is supposed to be comforting and ( Read more... )

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Why am I finally home, finally around the people I have waited to be around for four years.... and feel completely alone...

THIS WASN'T THE WAY IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE

Well, I have a beardish growing for the first time in 4 years and it feels... weird. Normal, natural and odd all at the same time. I am going out to see Hair tonight with Beth. Heard it is really good but that there are parts that might bother me because I was/am in the Marines. I don't know what they are talking about but it feels like I have ( Read more... )

Hello everyone. I am alive. I am home. I am done with the Marine Corps. I apologize for disappearing off the radar completely. Here is the low down. Iraq did a number on me and I have been having some difficulties outside of my head with a couple of things. Parents are getting a divorce being one of them. Bottom line is I am picking up the ( Read more... )

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Alright, the big news... I am coming home for christmas. I will only be back for ten days and odds are you won't see me again for a long time. However I would like to see everyone and I propose getting together one night for dinner and/or drinks. I will let some or all know the details soon. However, no one tell my mother. It is a surprise.

When they told me I could barely keep myself from laughing. I had a massive smile on my face just so I didn't just collapse with the giggles. Should I feel something different? I can't say. I have seen this coming since I was 6. 17 years for those who don't know how old I am. 17 years and my parents finally decided to get a divorce. Oh, and ( Read more... )

Life sometimes puts you in a place where you world breaks apart. You are left with nothing but the pieces of your former self and have no other option other than to pick those pieces up and keep going. Ask yourself, what if the people that shattered you into a million pieces destroy every piece you pick up? What then? How do you carry on when ( Read more... )

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