Sep 26, 2007 20:56
My days are counted. I am having a going away party on the 13th of Oct. I wish all of you could come. I am suppose to leave for basic on the 22nd of Oct. I am starting to get antsy. I really want to get the fuck out of here.
I sit back and say to myself... "What the hell have I got myself into" "This is going to be amazing" and other things.
I know I am not in the best shape to run into this but, I am certain I shall come out victorious. It will be 13 weeks of non-stop training. I am glad that there will be someone with me, someone to push me, someone going through the same physical torture as me. I honestly dont know why he is doing it. I know why I am. You'll never recognize me when I am back.
There are also several things that weigh heavily on my mind, such as; will I ever... , Am I ever... , When am I going to... , and other questions that wont be answered till they all happen.
You'll never understand.