My dad is going to Afghanistan soon. I am so sad, it’s as if life really has not much of a purpose. I know he will be safe though, so I guess that makes me happy. Eh, can you believe that june bugs totally ruined my last camp fire with dad?? I had to run into the house because they were EVERYWHERE! I eventually came back outside though, so I could spend a few more hours with dad. ;__; I have to go now; I am getting all choked up.

I am just drowning in my misery, people. My walls are shattering before my very eyes; my little world has just met reality. It saddens me. So much, in such little time. Why?