Hi, I'm Krystle. I'm happily taken, in college, and trying to make a place for myself in this world. This blog doesn't have a "theme". Its for me. My thoughts, my feelings. My interests. You're welcome to share it with me. I'm open minded and easy to talk to.
There are things that a diary just can't do. Secrets you need others to read, just to know they're out. Thoughts and feelings that you want to shout to the world, but instead dump into the black hole of the internet. This is why I'm here. This is my life, off my chest. Out of my head so I can arrange my scattered thoughts, and pick up the pieces to a shattered world. Maybe if they aren't inside of me, I can go back to living, instead of just being alive.
Reblogged from lillypad07
So much respect. And sadness. He’s trying so hard to stay strong.
No, no, this is horrible. You see, the flag will go to the husband or wife of the deceased soldier as next of kin. This flag is going to the son.
Both of his parents are gone.