And I am not okay.
There was one moment today when I saw him, and I knew I could face the next 8 months with a straight face, but now - I don't know. He was my reason to fight, to keep moving forward, and now he's taken himself away from me.
I guess the key now is to fight to show him what he's lost. I am going to blast through Fort Jackson and Fort Gordon. I will be such a pt stud-ette that even the drill sergeants will secretly look on in awe. Everyone will wonder what my deepest motivation is, and no one will find out. I will be a better person because of this. I will be one bad-ass-motha-fucka when I come back.
Thanks for the memories, I guess.