Challenge to myself

The Taliban and the people who will be shooting at James.

I want to tell them, it is not the soldiers they have a fight with. It is not them who need to be killed. They are just doing their job. Their job is the army. They could have been teachers, policemen, or bakers, but they chose the army.

I want to tell them, the fight is not with these individuals, but between our leaders. Who fail to communicate adequately. The communication is done through killings. They don’t understand each other, and are too close minded to try more.It is not just them, and it is not just the U.S.

It is both sets of officials, not understanding and not trying. People are SO CLOSE MINDED. And it is so frustrating. Is it really that terribly difficult? Some communication and compromise would be nice. Stop deploying our families, and stop fighting.

I can’t say that i have many internet friends, but i have the women who offer support on here. The women who are dealing with deployment or facing deployment. The women who i know i will be leaning on come march. they are my favorite internet friends.

my ex boyfriend…is gay

There is a stranger, across the world, in afganistan, actually there are many strangers, all of which will be shooting at James. I don’t like these strangers and i would really appreciate it if they would GO AWAY and stop trying to kill our troops and that all the troops could come home. Just get along. Jesus Christ, is it that difficult?!

My dreams are many, and they vary in different ways.

the most relevant right now is for this war to be over. i am waiting for the say when i hear that james is not deploying and he will be staying here where he is safe and we can see each other every weekend as opposed to waiting six months.

I dream that the oceans will no longer be the polluted scum that they are today, and that everyone makes a conscious effort to make this planet a cleaner more beautiful place. i dream that it is appreciated for the incredible miricle that is is, and is no longer abused for our own selfish desires.

I dream about my parents being more understanding and allowing me to grow up but still helping me. they help me in the things i dont want or need help in but once i ask, they deny help.

i dream of my wedding, and life afterwards, with a new family and children. that will be happy…hopefully. but you never can really be sure how things will turn out.

mostly i dream of being truley happy. i am satisfied with my life. i love my boyfriend and my best friend, but not all those around me seem to agree. i am told regularly that they are not completley right for me or they are bad in some way. and it is so frustrating. i am sick of fighting i am sick of the world fighting. as corny as it sounds, peace would be nice. peace everywhere.

Morgan: She is fifteen. My little sister. Modgeyshnookiebookiepoukiepie is her nickname. It’s quite fabulous. I love her to death. She drives me crazy, but i love her. I miss her the most while im at college. I miss our Sabby parties and hanging out and other stuff. We act so goofy, and we don’t have those moments anymore. I know i’ve changed, its impossible to go to college and not change i think…but idk i mean she says she doesnt like how i changed, cause im meaner, but to me its more like i just wont put up with stuff…i mean i dont want to change and i dont want to be a bad person and i dont want to put up with stuff but i want her to not hate me….sooooo idk :( but i love herr :)

drive.me.crazy. there is simply no other way to put it.