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Renaissance - 22 October 2005

Turmoil - 28 August 2005

20th Birthday - 24 August 2005

My Soul? - 23 August 2005





Why?
3:23 pm on 11 February 2004

Why do people insist on lecturing me? Continuously attempt to run my life for me? Am I not eighteen now? Do I not have a mind of my own? My own will to what it is I must do? Do I not know right from wrong, or how to choose my friends? Apparently the Army nor my mother believe so. And would ya look at that, even most of my friends don't think so either. Why is it so dire to some that I stay in the Army, and to others a necessity that I be chaptered? Does it really matter to anybody either way? Is this not MY life here? Why does everyone desire to make my decisions for me? Am I not capable? Am I easily influenced? What is so important about my life that everyone must rule it for me, so that I don't 'make the wrong decisions'? Why can't they just leave me alone? If I want to be a 'failure' in their eyes, why won't they let me? What is it to them? They don't have to live in my skin everyday, or breathe from my lungs every moment, so why is it so necessary that I succeed excessively in everything I do? Why? I don't understand why I am such an important person to everyone, and why I must pass... Why, why, why..?



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