The defense department regrets to inform you that your sons are dead because they were stupid.
It's been an interesting set of weeks I've gone through lately. Can't say there's a real reason to be writing this entry other than to escape my summer reading book. Waiting for letter back from Guam, waiting for a reply on instant messenger, waiting for a plane to arrive and take me somewhere else. Seems like all that I ever do is wait for something to happen, something worth waiting for to arrive. Been thinking a lot about the military, about what life has to offer me after high school. Been thinking a lot about who my friends are, who they really are, and who they think they are. The same can be applied to me I guess that you could say. I guess that as much as I like to think that I know who I am, I really don't know who I am. I know who the medicated me is, but that's not really me. So I guess that that is why I've been putting off taking my medication for the past two weeks, I guess it's a matter of trying to figure out who the "real" me is. And I've got to say, I'm not really sure that I like who I'm begining to recognize and get to know. It seems like the "real" me is too afraid to say something because they're afraid what someone will think, they won't think, they'll say or they won't say. I guess that you could say that the "real" me is just about afraid of everything. I guess that that's why the military seems to keep appealing to me from every angle. It's one way to find out who I really am and make me less of a weak person.