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Hrm. It's been a little while since I wrote anything in here. Nothing life-altering or incredibly profound has happened to me. I wish it would. Sometimes I miss the old days. And then again, sometimes I wish the old days had never happened.
I see some people that are happy and I'm jealous, not because I'm not happy but because it wasn't me who made them happy. How screwed up is that?
I had a dream last night that nearly every major decision I'd made in my teenage years was reversed. The end result was nothing I had ever expected.
I'm joining the Navy (yes I changed from the USCG) in 44 days. Well I've already joined. I ship out for boot camp in 44 days.
I miss a lot of you. I feel very solitary in my life.
I realized the other day how many amazing people in my life I've met. If I was a more arrogant man with a firmer grasp on philosophical logic, I'd arrive at the conclusion that they were all amazing because they had met me. Instead, I'll arrive at the notion that I'm me because you're amazing.
I wish I could talk to all of the people I miss, but somehow drama crept into my life, and I was always the anti-drama. I miss you. The ones I've lost. Sometimes I miss you so much it overshadows the good things I have.
The proverbial sword hangs over my head.
I see some people that are happy and I'm jealous, not because I'm not happy but because it wasn't me who made them happy. How screwed up is that?
I had a dream last night that nearly every major decision I'd made in my teenage years was reversed. The end result was nothing I had ever expected.
I'm joining the Navy (yes I changed from the USCG) in 44 days. Well I've already joined. I ship out for boot camp in 44 days.
I miss a lot of you. I feel very solitary in my life.
I realized the other day how many amazing people in my life I've met. If I was a more arrogant man with a firmer grasp on philosophical logic, I'd arrive at the conclusion that they were all amazing because they had met me. Instead, I'll arrive at the notion that I'm me because you're amazing.
I wish I could talk to all of the people I miss, but somehow drama crept into my life, and I was always the anti-drama. I miss you. The ones I've lost. Sometimes I miss you so much it overshadows the good things I have.
The proverbial sword hangs over my head.