A hard truth to face.
I've been playing around for the last eight months. I've been training; working out; learning Navy customs; and talking to the higher-ups. I've been bragged on and promoted so much I could scream. I've yelled at people under my command. I've been the bigger person through this whole ordeal. Now it comes to it. Am I ready? What's going to happen? I thought I was so certain about some of these questions that I've been asked over the course of the last eight months. I'm starting to realize that I have no idea what is going to happen. Fuck, I wish I knew.
The last week has been trying. I've been swimming non-stop. I've been working out like mad. I hardly see my parents anymore. I'm either working out; or they are off doing their thing; or I am off with my friends. I pictured the end to be different. I feel relief rather than regret. I've been saying for so long how I am ready. How I couldn't wait for this. Well it's closer now, and I have to say that I am ready. I'm excited. I'm anxious to start my new life. It's like I have a second chance to make something out of myself. It's like I get to erase all of the things I've ever done wrong in my life and start fresh. While I don't regret many things I've ever done, I will be glad to wipe the slate clean.
To all the friends I'm leaving behind:
You all know that I would never say, "I'll miss you at Boot Camp," to your face. I haven't said it yet, and I'm not going to. I am going to say that I had a blast. Some of you I will see again. Some of you I won't. Some of you will be with me. Some of you won't. To all the friends I'm leaving behind, I hope we shared the best of times together. To those who think I will be different when I come back, have you ever known me to change for anyone else? I hope to see you all at my party on Friday, September 23rd. It's at Stuckey and Wallace's place in Montevallo.
The last week has been trying. I've been swimming non-stop. I've been working out like mad. I hardly see my parents anymore. I'm either working out; or they are off doing their thing; or I am off with my friends. I pictured the end to be different. I feel relief rather than regret. I've been saying for so long how I am ready. How I couldn't wait for this. Well it's closer now, and I have to say that I am ready. I'm excited. I'm anxious to start my new life. It's like I have a second chance to make something out of myself. It's like I get to erase all of the things I've ever done wrong in my life and start fresh. While I don't regret many things I've ever done, I will be glad to wipe the slate clean.
To all the friends I'm leaving behind:
You all know that I would never say, "I'll miss you at Boot Camp," to your face. I haven't said it yet, and I'm not going to. I am going to say that I had a blast. Some of you I will see again. Some of you I won't. Some of you will be with me. Some of you won't. To all the friends I'm leaving behind, I hope we shared the best of times together. To those who think I will be different when I come back, have you ever known me to change for anyone else? I hope to see you all at my party on Friday, September 23rd. It's at Stuckey and Wallace's place in Montevallo.