Well, Life Must Move On With A Broken Heart
he's getting out in a few days. im really bummed. i guess he's not mad at me, but i think he's more so disappointed in how it all came out. i hate disappointment more than i do them being mad at me. i dont know what imma do next. i only joined the navy because i was pissed off at the men in my life and i joined so i wouldn't have to think about how they hurt me. more like an easy way out of the heart break i get to feel at this very moment. it was never my intention to join the navy at all. i wanted to go to college and make something out of myself, but now i have chosen to enter the military and i won't look back. i was told not to jump into the navy just yet by someone, but because of the pain i have been through for this person i think i want to join even more. i will leave el cajon and only return to get my things. i will never come back for any reason. i hate this town, and i hate the people in it. i know i have done some fucked up things to people, but it's only because what they were doing was wrong (or in most recent cases, i was looking for someone), but the things that you people do to your friends is fucked up. never let anyone or anything get in the way of a friendship. chicks before dicks and bros before hoes is how it's always supposed to be and never forget that. i choose to end my journal here because i know that most of you hate me and i know that i have resentment towards the rest of you. i do not wish to speak to any of you on this again. thank you for viewing this drama for the past couple of months and i hope you enjoyed watching my heart break, as i can count, three times, on this journal. and to all those who think im a slut. i have only been with three guys and two of the three, i was with for two years each.