I wake up to find it's another four aspirin morning, and I dive in....
So it's official. It's over. After everything, we're done. slightly mutual buuuut more like needed to be done. It's hard when you love someone when they are just not sure what kind of feelings to send back to you... She's says she'll come back....but im not so sure. For now i am alone...and i dont really know what to think of all this. I've felt all emotion possible within the last 24 hours. i am just....drained. An abscence of feeling.
On top of that,yesterday, i found out a good friend of mine was shot in the head in Iraq last week. He was recently flown to Germany after they upgraded his condition and had surgery. His family says you couldnt recognize him if it werent for his tattoo's because of the sweeling and etc from the surgery. He lost nearly half the left side of his brain. They are not sure whether or not he will live....
I feel like i'm drowning.
Come september i'll be getting my own apartment. I will have to be within half an hour of Westover because of work so yea. Now there's no girlfriend. I'm good friends with Keith but there's that strain present that you receive from living with your friend. and i have like 1 other pal up her named James but when I move I doubt I will seem him around very much. So September It seems that I will very well be alone....And wouldnt ya know it, September 7th I turn 21. Arent these suppose to be the happy care free years of our life? After returning from combat this previous september...getting cheated on and led around by Katie, now all this stuff with Savannah...I tend to think that I'm not cut of for this false hope of "love".
I am now at a loss for words.
I leave you with a piece of lyric from Jack's Mannequin.
I wake up to find it's another
Four aspirin morning, and I dive in
I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday.
When did society decide that we had to change
And wash a tee shirt after every individual use:
If it's not dirty, I'm gonna wear it.
I take the stairs to the car
And there's fog on the windows.
(And I'm Fighting the words...)
I need caffeine in my blood stream,
I take caffeine in the blood stream.
I grip the wheel and all at once I realize:
(And you're getting away...
My life has become a boring pop song
And everyone's singing along.)
On top of that,yesterday, i found out a good friend of mine was shot in the head in Iraq last week. He was recently flown to Germany after they upgraded his condition and had surgery. His family says you couldnt recognize him if it werent for his tattoo's because of the sweeling and etc from the surgery. He lost nearly half the left side of his brain. They are not sure whether or not he will live....
I feel like i'm drowning.
Come september i'll be getting my own apartment. I will have to be within half an hour of Westover because of work so yea. Now there's no girlfriend. I'm good friends with Keith but there's that strain present that you receive from living with your friend. and i have like 1 other pal up her named James but when I move I doubt I will seem him around very much. So September It seems that I will very well be alone....And wouldnt ya know it, September 7th I turn 21. Arent these suppose to be the happy care free years of our life? After returning from combat this previous september...getting cheated on and led around by Katie, now all this stuff with Savannah...I tend to think that I'm not cut of for this false hope of "love".
I am now at a loss for words.
I leave you with a piece of lyric from Jack's Mannequin.
I wake up to find it's another
Four aspirin morning, and I dive in
I put on the same clothes I wore yesterday.
When did society decide that we had to change
And wash a tee shirt after every individual use:
If it's not dirty, I'm gonna wear it.
I take the stairs to the car
And there's fog on the windows.
(And I'm Fighting the words...)
I need caffeine in my blood stream,
I take caffeine in the blood stream.
I grip the wheel and all at once I realize:
(And you're getting away...
My life has become a boring pop song
And everyone's singing along.)