I've been thinking about the Marines and I know I want to do it and why. I know my faults and what I need to accomplish. I'm glad I know that much. I wish I could leave sooner instead of having to go through the Delayed Entry Program. Too bad I'm not fit enough. I just want to leave. Get away. I don't even know what I'm running from.
I just want to grow the fuck up. I'm tired of being so dependent. I want to be self-reliant. I want to take care of myself. I want to know that I can overcome anything both mentally and physically. I want to be respected and taken seriously. I want to do something worthwhile. Something that, not everyone can do. I don't want people thinking that I'm just some immature little shit. I'll prove to everyone that I can be somebody and that I can do anything.
I don't know. Blegh.
I guess I care way to much about what people think of me and I don't think highly enough of myself.
I'm going to make this blog end on a positive note. Because being negative sucks.
Um, thanks to everyone that is supporting me on this decision. I'm leaving around February or March. I don't know the exact date yet but I'll let you know once I know. Boot Camp is in South Carolina.
I hope that before I leave, I'll be on good terms with everyone.
Errm, I don't know if that's a positive note but for now, it's good enough.
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