Messages

A message I sent to someone that I'd like to keep somewhere. Hopefully one day I can look back on this and say it's changed.

I'm nineteen...memories don't start to complete get deleted just yet... And there are no more better ones. I've done everything I've wanted to. Chased the main dream I've had since I was a kid, and I did it. I'm a soldier, congrats! Everyone's so proud now!...but no one knows every day and night I'm struggling to stay alive. Not the full depth. They don't know that every minute I'm here at "home" thoughts are constantly running through the back of my mind... I've done everything. Every last thing I wanted to do I've done. Lived, loved, lost, lived again, attempted to love again just to lose it all AGAIN. It's the same f*****g s**t every f*****g day...and I've been tired since I was ten.