So I'm finally going home... It seems like it's been forever. I dunno... Iraq fucks with you. War, people, the things you see... I think I've been waiting for all that to settle in my heart before I go home. I'm pretty sure my mom's gonna cry. She did the last time I saw her. She couldn't stay on the phone with me long when I was over there, because she'd start to break down. I just found out my brother totalled his car and was in the hospital... Kinda wish someone would have told me. It's pretty fucked up come to think of it. Anyways... home. I'm afraid I'm gonna do something err.. rather someone when I go home, and it will only go to show that I'm not over her. I could always just avoid her, but I want to make sure I'm over her and the only way to tell is the face to face. Anyways, to anyone who actually reads this.. peace and love.
