How is it that the one thing that i have always been so afraid of is the one thing that i will never let go of. I have fear of the one thing that i love. This is an emotion that is so hard to explain. I look under my bed and its there creeping and waiting... I turn on the lights and it is gone. I look in the closet and it starts to pull me in. Im afraid and i dont know what to do. I go into the closet to face the monster one on one. It holds me pushes me and throws me around. I know this may sound wierd but i know its what i need. I need someone to push me around; tell me what to do. It controlds me and sinks into my very life. I confronted this monster and now im part of the few, the proud, The Marines.
