cool ass place. a port town on the easter shore of south korea. i spent all day up there at work and it rocks. had a chocolate milkshare there. excellent as well. also got invited to hang out and a pistol range. 357 to be specific. and thatll be what i do that day. for work. hell yeah bitches. you know, if everyone wasnt in iraq, i would stop feeling like shit for having this job. but i look at it like this, while they hit the people who attacked thru the front door, im here helpin make sure others dont sneak in thru the back. speaking of, the more unadvertised stuff i learn over here, the funnier team america world police truly is.

even with the kick ass job, and cool part of the world. i still get that lonely as hell feeling. and i know, wah wah, boo fuckin hoo. but it sucks. its by far the hardest part of the army. bar none. i know my friends and family are still back home and want to see me, but it sucks not being able to see them. i think the main thing is one individual. you ever really want to tell someone how you feel but you never do before its kinda too late. god damn that sucks. thats called regret fine people. oh thats the worst feeling ever. im always a too honest ass hole because fuck regret. like even with her id never make unreasonable compromises because i did too much before and it caused a bunch of regret. so this time i wouldnt and we'd get thru it and it would be all good.

then its tue feeling like fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, shes all the way over there, has she even thought about me since we spoke last? does she remember who i am? and i realize my brain stretches is farther than it should but it fuckin sucks. we all know how much congressman brian loves his sleep, and ive lost so much over this. and i dont lose sleep over anything. i cant remember the last time i stared at the ceiling like this. im a fat lazy fuck. i love my sleep. and now i cant. dammit

and it sucks because i really cant complain about the rest of life. well i can, but it all doesnt really bother me that much. i signed up for this and knew this would all happen. but not the situation thats keepin me up. all thru basic, called 'the hardest thing ever' i never lost sleep. never stayed up wonderin. it was lights out and so was i. and this is weird; talkin to people like im all cool and nothins wrong. but they dont want to hear me bitch and moan. just when you think you can physically and mentally take anything. BAM. wrong bitch.

id like to thing i was somethin elese. like i made an impression and wouldnt be forgotten in such a short amount of time. but i guess i reallistically have no reason to think that. fuck this sucks. id bet theres already a new frickin guy. just chillin. me over here goin crazy.

and its like for what? so he can cheat and be an ass. everyone knows what kind of guy i am. fuck that. theres no one like crossley. no one will treat you like he does. its not in normal males' nature. no one will beat themselves up like this as if they did somethin wrong when they didnt. fuck that shit. no one would do the shit id do. no one would deal with all the crazy shit, cause they'll never see you the way i do. once you get past the looks, you see im a really good guy. how i do the shit no one else would. but i guess thats not whats important now a days. fuckin people. fuck not being good enough.

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