nowhere is safe,even my home
Finally got back from my trip, thanks to Northwest Airlines it was all messed up. First had to stay in Detroit at 13 F while wearing the clothes for 80F in NV since they decided to cancel my trip when I was already connecting. Then on the way back, had to wait for 2 days to get my luggage.
Met many cool friendly people in NV, had great fun. Every time, since I hate Vegas for its own name, for some reason when I visited Las Vegas it was always for something else, either 1 of the exs' family wanted to go there, or was passing by to Zion and Grand Canyon, or was passing by to Utah to ski, and this time, was in an AFB to visit the current "significant other".
Talked with boyfriend's friends and about people being deployed to the war zones, I was glad that he is not going to be deployed. Selfishly, I thought, an office job afterall, makes sure you don't go deployed and never come back, and while being in the service and going to school at same time, is probably even better. But I am proven to be wrong.
You join the military, you go to war and die; now, if you stay in your freaking classroom doing your homeworks, not messing with others, you can still die from some freak with guns. Nowhere in the world is safe. There were the case where guys got back to the states after going through hell in Iraq, and got shot down by someone else in the country. And now, after my ex lying to me again and set me on fire about his car's tax payment, purposely avoiding my phone calls regarding his financial problems that is related to me, and his recent purchase of 2 fire arms, I am seriously worried about my own safety. Given a clinically diagnosed depression patient who is NOT on any treatment, a known aggressive person who likes violence, who has crazy and extremely dangerous road rage, who armed himself with 2 guns or more, holds grudge against me and is determined to screw me up, I don't even know if I should stay in North Carolina anymore.
But that is good because now I write this here, so if you guys haven't heard from me or if I don't answer my phone, you'd know that I was probably dead, and you'd know probably who would kill me. Sounds crazy isn't it? But hey I got only 1 month before going back to visit my parents, so let me secretly hope that nothing will happen before I have to go?
Met many cool friendly people in NV, had great fun. Every time, since I hate Vegas for its own name, for some reason when I visited Las Vegas it was always for something else, either 1 of the exs' family wanted to go there, or was passing by to Zion and Grand Canyon, or was passing by to Utah to ski, and this time, was in an AFB to visit the current "significant other".
Talked with boyfriend's friends and about people being deployed to the war zones, I was glad that he is not going to be deployed. Selfishly, I thought, an office job afterall, makes sure you don't go deployed and never come back, and while being in the service and going to school at same time, is probably even better. But I am proven to be wrong.
You join the military, you go to war and die; now, if you stay in your freaking classroom doing your homeworks, not messing with others, you can still die from some freak with guns. Nowhere in the world is safe. There were the case where guys got back to the states after going through hell in Iraq, and got shot down by someone else in the country. And now, after my ex lying to me again and set me on fire about his car's tax payment, purposely avoiding my phone calls regarding his financial problems that is related to me, and his recent purchase of 2 fire arms, I am seriously worried about my own safety. Given a clinically diagnosed depression patient who is NOT on any treatment, a known aggressive person who likes violence, who has crazy and extremely dangerous road rage, who armed himself with 2 guns or more, holds grudge against me and is determined to screw me up, I don't even know if I should stay in North Carolina anymore.
But that is good because now I write this here, so if you guys haven't heard from me or if I don't answer my phone, you'd know that I was probably dead, and you'd know probably who would kill me. Sounds crazy isn't it? But hey I got only 1 month before going back to visit my parents, so let me secretly hope that nothing will happen before I have to go?
posted by Vcat at
9:05 AM
1 Comments:
hahahaha Justin say buy a bigger gun^^
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