I'm just saying, I don't think you're tough enough for the army.
Good request by your parents. When's your birthday?
Wait, Obama's the prez. Never mind, good luck.
Well, I was raised in a Military setting until I was 10. I am in shape as I've been running and slowly but surely starting to work out. Only main harsh thing I will face is "Double Rations" since I am under the weight they require.
Birthday is in June.
I just want you to know, Kevin, that it's okay to cry if you can't handle the Army's training or whatnot.
It may sound silly but you should just listen to what your heart tells you. Think about it in a calm moment and decide if this really is what you want to do, if you haven't already.
Who knows if it's the right choice or not but you will regret if you don't do what you feel is right.
I confess the weather outside is cold, yet warm, not rainy enough (to average the season), but I like it very much.
I confess that you're the only one to rival Jessica in my mind and that I think about you sometimes. The thing is, I'm never going to be able to let myself have you or let you have me because I don't have the emotional capabilities to wrap myself around that. I just don't want you to think that it's because I don't love you or something like that. I do.
So yeah. Sorry that I never really say it properly and that I'm doing it in a thread full of people. It's just easier to say it to a crowd than to say it with you alone. I know I'm a fucking coward for that.
I hope you don't have a headache or hangover or anything today, Gary! I'll spam you on Spotify later or something... I can't believe I'm about to post this shit.
// Life in the day of Naomidee
Don't ask questions - just
So are you.
And fuck off, I'm talkin about confessions, not posts. Reread that post, you illiterate boob. *insert sophisticated insults here*