Well well well, I'm baaaaaaaack! It's been a long time, so it's gonna be hard getting back into writing again, but there's been some things on my mind that need getting out. This is the only place that I feel really safe letting it all fly, so here goes nothing!
I'm a 21 year old Naval Corpsman for 3rd Marine Regiment out of Hawaii. I was previously attached to 2/3, but moved to Regement after Iraq. Iraq hit me hard and so did my command after an incident I had. I wasn't totally prepard and screwed up my first casualty (he lived though, thank whatever diety you please), and my command hasn't let me forget it. I improved greatly, at the expense of some of my own blood, not a few tears, and more importantly, a good portion of my sanity.
I lost alot over there. A few of my best friends (RIP Morris, Leddy, and all who I knew). My books. Myself, more disturbing. And worst of all, sight of what was most important. My return wasn't nearly as warm as I expected, but I was very different. I had an accute case of PTSD and some major depression issues that I refused to admit. This led to my drinking binges as well as some other things.
I screwed up alot of things and did some things that I wish that I could go back and change, but that's not gonna be able to happen. She hates me, even though she says she's trying not to. I believe her, but she's right to hate me. I refused to get help, and it cost me the family I dreamed about. So, here's the moral of all this, should you happen to read this at all; "There's no shame in admitting something's wrong. People who look down on you for bieng depressed or bipolar or having PTSD or any other mental illness are morons. It's not your fault, but you will have to live with the consenquences of your actions, be you in your right mind or not. Get help."
~Absinthe Dreamer
I'm a 21 year old Naval Corpsman for 3rd Marine Regiment out of Hawaii. I was previously attached to 2/3, but moved to Regement after Iraq. Iraq hit me hard and so did my command after an incident I had. I wasn't totally prepard and screwed up my first casualty (he lived though, thank whatever diety you please), and my command hasn't let me forget it. I improved greatly, at the expense of some of my own blood, not a few tears, and more importantly, a good portion of my sanity.
I lost alot over there. A few of my best friends (RIP Morris, Leddy, and all who I knew). My books. Myself, more disturbing. And worst of all, sight of what was most important. My return wasn't nearly as warm as I expected, but I was very different. I had an accute case of PTSD and some major depression issues that I refused to admit. This led to my drinking binges as well as some other things.
I screwed up alot of things and did some things that I wish that I could go back and change, but that's not gonna be able to happen. She hates me, even though she says she's trying not to. I believe her, but she's right to hate me. I refused to get help, and it cost me the family I dreamed about. So, here's the moral of all this, should you happen to read this at all; "There's no shame in admitting something's wrong. People who look down on you for bieng depressed or bipolar or having PTSD or any other mental illness are morons. It's not your fault, but you will have to live with the consenquences of your actions, be you in your right mind or not. Get help."
~Absinthe Dreamer
- Last seen on Mar 7 11:33 PM 2008. Member since December 15, 2004.
- I'm a jade dragon poet for 250 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "If it's broke, fix it. Some things need a hammer, some need understanding.".
- I am a 21 year old man from Hawaii (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm trying to pick up the pieces..
- Visit my homepage at profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=200116946
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- I have 250 comments, 1 contest, 8 columns, 33 poems, 1 story
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As a few of you are beginning to notice, I've became infatuated with a wonderful green drink called Absinthe. It's made from Wormwood, Fennel, as well as a few other substances known to cause some sorts of halluci12 lines, 4 comments, June 8, 2007
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Fear consumes me / What I can't see / Running blindly / Where will it be? / A shot from the dark? / A kid in the park? / Will it hit it's mark? / Dogs begin to bark / Slide down behind the wall / T
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4 lines, 4 comments, February 10, 2006. In Other
My Stories
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Kryss came home at four every morning, let her cat, Caterina, out, and fed her. She then took a shower and ate a breakfast usually consisting of a bagel and an orange. &n
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MadPoetyLady : You're right... on January 7, 2008I do have the right to hate you, expecially after all this shit you've pulled for the second friggin time! I told you, and told you "If you want to be with her, fine. Just tell me. No more lies." I don't understand how I became so unimportant to you again that I don't even deserve the truth. I'll be at your mom's until the morning of the 11th, then after that, you'll have to put your hands down your pants and find your balls because I've changed my e-mail and I'm deleting this thing and you're blocked on MySpace. Only way to get to me is to call me. You used to have some once, find your balls Bry.
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Aurora Ceres on July 4, 2007Hope you have a great day, Bryan.
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Empath on July 2, 2007Hello Asshole! Thanks for fucking up people's lives over here.. we all apreciate it and I would personally like to know why if you aren't to chicken shit to tell me. Be a man Bryan and give us a good reason and not a bunch of bullshit lies.
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a sweetheart lost : ? on June 8, 2007Does your girl ever get to visit you at k-bay?
