In a world that Idolizes medeocrity I will be your idol.
My Feonce is leaving for Iraq.
God, Please don't let me down.
I want o vent, he leaves in 12 hours, I don't know how to cope.
I want to scream and cry and break things untill I've lost the will to be anything but a mindless drone untill he returns to safe of in pieces. that's a horrable thing to say. not all in pieces, but if he came back with less limbs or damage I would still love him.
Crazy drunk bastard who's mad about being disfiguerd won't love that as much.
I'm sad, on the inside. I don't know.
I'm really scared. My road starts here, and all i can do is fill my time.

I love him and I wouldn't ask for anyone else.