How did i get here, to this point?

[evilharper]

What did it start with? My mother's maniacal rantings about the army wanting me in its' ranks? My insatiable thurst for violence? My fascination for war movies? Curiosity? Stupidity? God, where did i go wrong? One day i will look upon all this and realize these memories, these pictures are in fact interesting, but they are not what i want to take with me into the next phase of life, whatever that may entail, if it entails anything at all. No doubt. Simple logic.

I don't know wether the truth is vile or the lies.

How strong can a person become? How much can truly phase me after this, my best waste of time? The world owes me. And i will collect.

What the fuck?