I need to lose 17lbs. That's it. Then I made it.
Will I get married? Probably. Will I regret? For the rest of my life.
I cry myself to sleep every night. I refuse to change anything because I don't believe I'll ever find better. I guess I'm not the type of girl that deserves a story-book romance. I will eventually learn to live with it.
I will always have my doggie to love me!
Maybe when I finally get into the military I'll be sent straight away to Afghanistan or Korea.. and then he cannot come with me. We would both be happier. He can live his life as the Ultimate Bachelor with no one to answer to! I can set up his own personal account and he'll have cash monies to wine-n-dine every woman with no questions. He'll have my house in which I am providing to play off as his own.. he can pretend he is a (albeit small) trustfund baby. Wouldn't that be fun.
His wife, potentially, risking her life every single day in hostile environments only dreaming of seeing his face again or hearing his voice one more time and to finally come home while he is being mister bachelor.
Lame life but the life I live.
