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:: neverender ::
I'm home for a rough 12 days. Graduation parade last evening was a blast. Some way or another you're definitely bound to end up missing what you leave behind - and i guess irregardless of whether or not i've spent the last 3 months living with assholes or nice people, they're still bound to leave you with memories in the end. No, i don't miss BMT and i'm not about to get all mushy about brotherhood or whatever. I'm trying to make this post as 'civilian' as possible but somehow by actually using 'civilian' as a word of referrence i think i've already failed. I want to do so many things. But gee i haven't even unpacked yet. and oh yeah i woke up at 5am. :\ that's the conditioned body for you i guess. I feel left behind. I want to agree and say it's probably my own doing - but i don't want to blame myself for something i have no control over. I'm sorry i'm in the army and i'm sorry for being this way. I don't know how else to put it. I've never felt so alone, yet i don't think it'd be possible for me to care any less. ...but how i wish for someone to share with. Well. Here are some pictures. :) ![]() the mgs buddy. ![]() the privates. ![]() familiar faces. ![]() farewell whiskey. ![]() (L-R) 2LT Kelvin, 3SG Chin, 3SG Augustine (ORD), 3SG Ng, 2SG Rahiyan. W4 Commanders. ![]() ![]() baggage. ![]() sol. ![]() Goodnight. _ spoken. at 5:24 AM |
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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