2004-02-22 20:02:43 ET
yay!!! new pics from down under.......be scared of the one of me in uniform.....i think i was drunk when they took it ;'
2004-02-22 03:08:40 ET
Your wings are BROKEN and tattered. You are
an angelic spirit who has fallen from grace for
one reason or another - possibly, you made one
tragic mistake that cost you everything. Or
maybe you were blamed for a crime you didn't
commit. In any case, you are faithless and
joyless. You find no happiness, love, or
acceptance in your love or in yourself. Most
days are a burden and you wonder when the
hurting will end. Sweet, beautiful and
sorrowful, you paint a tragic and touching
picture. You are the one that few understand.
Those that do know you are likely to love you
deeply and wish that they could do something to
ease your pain. You are constantly living in
memories of better times and a better world.
You are hard on yourself and self-critical or
self-loathing. Feeling rejected and unloved,
you are sensitive, caring, deep, and despite
your tainted nature, your soul is
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2004-02-22 02:56:26 ET
wow, im back in japan. australia was kewl, at least the part i remember about it (fricken blackouts.....like im gonna blame the beer...). unfourtunatley (baad speeling agan;) I had way to much time to think down there, and you know what thinking leads to.
I hate myself and everything I have become. I have become nothing more than a face and a number to the goverment, another mindless body devoted to an invisible cause that most people dont even have a comprehension of (present company excluded, of course). I gave up everthing I had to serve a country that I dont even have a shred of compassion and caring for. Every-fucking-thing. Most of all, the one thing I lost above all is the one thing I know I can never have back. I turned my back in the hopes that it would give us secure future, and yet all I did was lose it and the person that I was. I dont even know who I am anymore. I look at myself in the mirror and realize that the uniform I wear has taken away the simple thing that I had worn it for. And now, if I even speak up for what I do believe in and be the person I am, once again I lose what little shred of a person and life I have. I feel like a prisoner in my own life. God bless the fucking military, my ever present torment...
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