Junior Year : It was hard to go to school like this. I was on the road to recovery from such a breakdown. My friends only cared about when my next party is going to be. Fuck them. I look to support from newer friends, ones that were more dependable. They brought me ease in a way that I never thanked them for. (Sito, Jen, Gina, Quan, Tana, and Holly) But, with all the ease I got, I only brought trouble.

Everything was cruel. My body mass was greatly smaller than normal. It look like I was bulimic.

I was living my life like a hermit. I didn't want to go outside. I didn't want to go to anymore parties. I stayed at home in my room and read. I'd read encyclopedias and history books to go to sleep each night. They were the only things that I could trust. I was just a hollow soul in the sense, just wandering around quietly around FLC. I've been running track because it was like a form of crying. Every time I run, I'd sweat so much and push so hard that it felt like crying. I didn't really have any close bonded friends like I used to have, and kept a watchful eye on everything. I couldn't trust anybody, so I never opened up. Even when I opened up, it was always with mixed meanings. Insanity finally took over.

Throughout my readings of the romances of war and honor, a word brought me hope: Marines. These soldiers were the best a country could offer.