I’m not very excited to go home on leave. Infact I really think its more of a burden then a vacation. By the time leave rolls around, I can’t wait to go, and come day ten, I can’t wait to come back. I don’t really have a home anymore. I kinda just have multiple temporary residences. Sweet, I get to go home and see family. Yaaaaaaaaaaay. Not. All they do is monopolize my time without consulting me and ask invasive questions. I’m sick if this place, and I’m sick of that place. I need somewhere to stay, I really do. If she isn’t there, it really isn’t worth going. All of my friends are gone. Next leave I’m telling everyone I’m not coming home, and then I’m gonna fly home and spend the whole time with Michele. I have lost my place in this society. I honestly have no idea how I am going to make the transition from military life to civilian life. I despise civilians. 99% of them are lazy degenerates who have no will to work for what they want nor attempt to better themselves, and I’m supposed to live amongst them peacefully? I’m gonna get fucking arrested, I know it. If it weren’t for the fact that I know it makes my family happy to see me, I would honestly feel like I just wasted $700 flying there for 15 days.