Guns.

Hey,

Today was pretty awesome. So i'm down here in El Paso, TX for a nursing internship through ROTC. Basically I shadow a nurse and take over patient care, learn from the LT i'm shadowing and practice skills. The Army provided housing for us and it's not that great. It is a YMCA but it's equivalent to a Motel 6 of the worst kind. My air conditioner works, my water runs and my toilet flushes, i'm not really complaining too bad. There are a few down sides; the Y is located in the ghetto. We were ordered not to walk outside the premises because it was unsafe. We don't have any kind of transportation, but what is given to us by a few of the officers around.

My LT was great enough to invite the 3 cadets who didn't work tonight (myself, and two others) out shooting with a few of his officer friends. The whole eight cadets were planning on going to see the movie "The Purge" tonight and we were supposed to have plenty of time between shooting and the movie showtime. It turns out that shooting lasted quite a bit longer than it was supposed to and the three of us were late returning. The others were pissed. It's stupid.

Anyways, at the range we shot a whole variety of weapons: Shotguns, handguns, rifles etc.

It was a load of fun and i'm happy I went.

-A

P.S. I should have always treated you better. I shouldn't have ignored your phone calls or your text messages. All you wanted was to talk with me and be with me. I shouldn't have taken that for granted and now that you're doing it to be, I realize how wrong it is. I'm so utterly sorry.

Let's dust this off

Hey,

I don't write often, or at all really. Mostly I find myself wanting to let the world know what i'm feeling, but under the guise of a cryptic facebook status, 140 character tweet, or simple random hashtags. It also usually has to do with something going on in my life, mainly women. I'm always so poetic when my heart hurts. I think so at least; my words seem to flow together a little more smoothly than other times I put pen to paper or fingers to keys.

This time I want it to be different. I do want to pour out my hurting heart, but after that short mourning time, I want to share the life i'm bringing to others. I'm a student nurse and my passion is healing the sick. It'll be like a journal, an outlet, a release from my day. Nobody reads this anymore? No sweat, it'll be for my own benefit.

To say what is laying on my heart; I am so sorry. Words cannot express how sorry I am for how I treated you. My heart wouldn't let my head know what was going on. I treated you terribly, and i'm paying for it now, in my own way. I didn't realize what I had until you slipped away. You say things that give me hope, but I can't help but be anxious that you're just being nice. I don't think you'll come back to me, other people treat you better than I did and make you just as happy. Why would you? It doesn't make sense, so I hope, but only a sliver. I'm already talking myself into the crushed hope i'll soon be feeling. I. am. so. sorry.

For now, it's my day off from my summer internship at William Beaumont Army Medical Center. My LT. was cool enough to take a few of us shooting with him. That should be fun.


-A