its 847 on a saturday monring. i'm sitting in my computer chair, my body facing the window, staring at the sunlight drifting through the branhes of the trees to make its way down to the still wet grass. My left leg slightly propped up on the respective arm rest and i let my eyes drift over to the framed picture of my boyfriend.

i've been thinking a lot lately. i think i a lot anyway. but i guess its becoming more serious. Just about everything thats happend to me thus far in my life, choices i've made, whats come of these things. Which ones have made me a stronger, better person. which ones have made me happy which ones i may regret. people may not think so but i really have come a long way. and i have no doubt that i still have more to go. i look back on some of these poems i've written and thats proof enough for me. i always wrote about the same things. same thing. different time. different person. i dunno. i dont think any of it was amazing. but i like them enough to keep them. remind myself of where i've come. anyway, i've come to the conclusion that i'm just going to hang it up on the whole poetry thing. as far as putting it up on this site. i'll probably still make random postings on the journal to make sure whoever cared to know, knew i was still alive and well. or maybe not well, but alive. anyway. update from that last journal. i'm with an A1C now. i'll just leave the name out for once. maybe it'll make a difference. i'm leaving for basic dec.16. and we'll see what happens after that.

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