11-04-03 - 15:04
"Cold blows the wind over my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And in Camville she was slain
I'll do as much for my true love as any young man may
I'll sit and weep down by her grave for twelve month and one day
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips -- one kiss is all I crave
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips and return back to your grave"
Ween
It's been a wile sense I have written. I have been gone or too depressed to try and write. Way too many emotions flooding my thoughts. I sometimes wonder if joining the army was the best thing that I could have done to keep my self from shorting out. All I have received was other people’s pain. I tried for a wile to face it and make a diffrentces. But only caused more pain. In doing so I managed to cut off myself from any real connection with anyone. I killed all the ties I ever really had. It’s my own fault. I did this to myself. I can only be the one to blame.
They hold my hand and ask me to pull through. A voice I know says,
"Dear, he probably can't hear you..."
