Sunday, June 13, 2004
I made an interesting self discovery today. All this time away from everything that's supposed to help me...isn't. I'm finding that I have become more and more bitter about certain things to the point that I don't ever want to go home. Don't get me wrong I'm sure eventually I'll begin to miss certain things. But right now I never ever ever want to face some of that shit again. So this makes me wonder, has this time alone helped me to realize that I need to move on in a big way, or has it made me realize that things are never going to change so I may as well just accept them? I'm still not sure yet. I do know that in a couple of days I'm heading for Pensacola for some much needed R&R with Tracy and the boys. I'm sure we'll drink beer and lay in the sun till we're fried, but hell, I can't think of any better way to spend my free time. I think I might be depressed too, when I first got here I was sleeping a normal amount. Now I get off at 6am, go immediately to sleep and sleep till 5pm, wake up, eat and do it all again. I don't think it's good to sleep that much is it? I don't feel bad though, I really like it here. I just get hellaciously pissed off when I think about shit that happened before I left.
♥Oh, so vintage... 12:34 AM
