looking back
Its been a hell of a year, that's for sure. I have but one realization: for all the shit that has transpired, from awkward moments down to pure laughter, I'm still here. Whether in pleasure or in pain, the days pass, so I better damn well make them count. Hence, I suppose this fascination with the marines. Never have I worked so hard for something that has thrown me so many hurdles, which at the very least should be an indicator for something. If only because I believe that up in the skies I could never possibly be lost, I think this will be a place where I will ironically find peace. One, two, three, like a bird I sing.
I initiate tomorrow. Feels right, I suppose - today's ceremony was really sweet and I kinda think it'll only get better from here.
I hate hiding stuff, especially from the family. We're finally at peace, and here I want to go throw that off again wiht this gay thing - not that they will stop loving me, but I hate conflict. The end is in sight though, resolution, I suppose, to a grand number of things...
I initiate tomorrow. Feels right, I suppose - today's ceremony was really sweet and I kinda think it'll only get better from here.
I hate hiding stuff, especially from the family. We're finally at peace, and here I want to go throw that off again wiht this gay thing - not that they will stop loving me, but I hate conflict. The end is in sight though, resolution, I suppose, to a grand number of things...