So I again decided to continue writing a journal of my days at my Tech School..

Things have been going rather quickly.. i've been trying to keep myself busy when I can by doing things like Weapons Drill, going out with the homies. Last night as I was getting ready before I go to bed, I noticed something that caught my eye. I had my stomach curl. I guess for some, time moves on by so fast that I guess they throw away everything and would not even try to get it to work. It's like something broken, you see it's broken yet fixable but you really don't care you just throw it away and buy a new one because you don't want it fixed. I guess life is like that. You leave someone broken and you find someone new. It's been a few weeks and I'm trying to move on but then there's just some of those tweaks that you just can't seem to get by. It hurts. It hurts real bad.

Sometimes I'm glad to know that I have friends that are always going to be there when I need the support. Sometimes, it just feels as if my friends are so far away from where I am at that it's hard to reach them. With their busy schedule and mine's, not including this 2 hour gap, I find it hard. I miss home, I hate these brick walls which make me feel like I'm encased in a jail cell. I just feel so emotionally drained from being here. All I wanna do is shut my eyes and sleep for 12 hours that I can't. That's the Air Force for you..

I'll have to continue this blog later on, I got alot of things I want to "talk" about. Off to class I go!

edit:// so yeah its usually the same schedule every day.. wake up at 330, get ready to go to PT or SAT team practice, then school, then home, then gym. I'm tired as hell everyday it kinda sucks... but this is what you get for signing up for the military.

All this time that i've been away, i've been feeling pretty happy about myself moving on with life, yet at the same time there are some things that I wish did not change. I'm tired of having my heart broken.. But you know, I have to admit, this rite of passage has mosdef showed me who my true friends are. The ones who call me and say "Hey! haven't seen you in a long time" or those "I miss you" calls. But to some I don't even hear from them, I have to be the one initiating that conversation, it sometimes makes me feel so lonely because here I am, a gazillion miles away with no comfort knowing those all my niggas will have my back.

I guess I'm probably too needy. =/