I took this picture last year when I was overseas, on the way to Iraq. It looks nice from outside but once you cross the borders you get in hell itself. Been packing since I woke up early in the morning. Nothing worse than knowing that you are throwing yourself in hell, but I have to do it and face my fears and win this battle. It is ridiculous how I have these feelings that I am going to go through all of the torturing bullshit but what's new? I am used to it, so many scars on my body make me feel honored for being through all of what I have been through. Anyways, I will miss everyone in here and especially her. My flight is next week or the week after, haven't decided yet but its soon. This might be the last post cause once I go there, there will be no internet and crap. Take care everyone and remember the good things about me.
We will meet in heaven soon, right? haha (: