Your mind is swollen, from months of thought without release. They've taken their toll on you. And this very moment of timid and fragile honesty, Is precious and rare and fleeting. And all you feel now is the scarlet in your day. Even it's real, you can't stay..

I am at odds with how upset I suddenly am. I found out today that my Daddy is officially leaving for Iraq on Saturday, in the morning. I've hardly seen him in the past few months, and I'll hardly see him before then because he's busy with shopping and getting ready and partying with his good friends and doing all of the pre-deployment stuff. Knowing the date he's leaving makes this so much more real. I'm so frustrated and upset and I feel lonely. I feel for my mom, too. Obviously. Just, God.

FUCK.