Maybe Tomorrow Will Be a Better Day
06/24/2004 01:56 p.m.
I was on the edge of screaming like a mental patient all day. Within the confines of the instability, I came to the placid conclusion that I don't particularly care whether or not I come back from Iraq. If I do, I suppose I'll go on kicking and trying to tear off this blindfold existence, the universe still holding my nose and forcing me to suck the exhaust pipe that is the bullshit of life. If not, all the problems I would have ever had (WHATwillIdoWITHmyselfAFTERtheARMYwhereWILLiGOtoCOLLEGEwhatWILLiBEwhenIgrowUPhowWILLiFEEDandCLOTHEmyselfANDwillIeverMAKEloveTOaWOMANwhoLOVESmeAGAIN?) will have been solved in one fell swoop. I'll never get old and soft and fat, I'll be a young dead soldier forever.

And I didn't even have to do the job myself.

Out.
I am currently Empty
I am listening to Talking heads on the idiot box