bbychop
July 6th, 2008, 02:17 AM
As most of this site does not know, I have been off and on heavily into drugs since March. I have been trying to cut down and cut back because it is not doing so well with my health. I have been doing it to get my escape from daily life, break ups, and most of all the abortion, which I am still not over.
A couple of weeks ago, I told my parents my plan in life which was to attempt to get into the USMC (Marines). My dad supported for the most part - then again, he is a vetran. My mum not so much. She keeps trying to get me to do something else with my life. I told her the reason why I want to go in is to get some discipline, recieve some respect, and be able to kick ass. Most of my family is more afraid of me killing someone than actually going into it.
After the past few months, this feels like the only thing I have to look forward to, possibly going to war and killing someone or getting myself killed, as morbid as that sounds.
Things just have not been the same since November. I have become more of a risk taker and more depressed, I guess you could say. As I was saying a couple few minutes ago, I NEED TO GET AWAY FROM THIS PLACE. I may just need something else to fulfill my life but I need to stop everything but I cannot. I am in high hopes that getting a job will keep me away from everyone and keep my sanity but I feel like an emotional nutcase. A wreck.
I guess I just needed to vent. I am hoping I am posting in the right place.
A couple of weeks ago, I told my parents my plan in life which was to attempt to get into the USMC (Marines). My dad supported for the most part - then again, he is a vetran. My mum not so much. She keeps trying to get me to do something else with my life. I told her the reason why I want to go in is to get some discipline, recieve some respect, and be able to kick ass. Most of my family is more afraid of me killing someone than actually going into it.
After the past few months, this feels like the only thing I have to look forward to, possibly going to war and killing someone or getting myself killed, as morbid as that sounds.
Things just have not been the same since November. I have become more of a risk taker and more depressed, I guess you could say. As I was saying a couple few minutes ago, I NEED TO GET AWAY FROM THIS PLACE. I may just need something else to fulfill my life but I need to stop everything but I cannot. I am in high hopes that getting a job will keep me away from everyone and keep my sanity but I feel like an emotional nutcase. A wreck.
I guess I just needed to vent. I am hoping I am posting in the right place.