Fuck. So I have to go now. I don't know why I'm acting like I don't want to go, cos I do. I really do. Its just with all the shit thats happening next week, how I haven't had a chance to settle down at home before I'm gone again. How I wanted to go out Saturday night, see my friends and hopefully just spend the night with Sinead. But fuck it, Ive been specially selected for an advanced rifle course with the Reserve Army which will qualify me as a marksman...I'm only just out of basic as well.
I feel awful restless and I haven't enjoyed my last free day, and everything was such short notice... I know Ill like it, and I know Ill do well, but I cant help the butterflies in my stomach, and if you asked me why they're there I wouldn't be able to tell you.
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Future. Sex. Love. Sound.
Just tell me which way you like it.
Patron
