the perfect ending.

is there ever such thing as a perfect ending to a life?

has someone ever honestly accomplished every single
goal they set for themselves before death?

every time ive seen a life end, it has never seemed that way whatsoever.

tragedy.
despair.

two words that seem to be masked by one.

freedom.

one person's views forced upon someone else, even if it is something like freedom, is not right.

that being said, you cannot put a price on someone's life.

i dont believe the united states cares about it's citizens. the way i see it, the one thing this country cares about more than anything else is money.

i have this fear. if i am truly scared of one thing more than anything else, it is this:
losing my sister.

ive grown up in a military family.
and i dont want a single part of it.

i dont want to wake up one morning and go from this:to this: but is it worth it?

are the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people, soldiers and civilians alike, worth it?

does it truly do anyone any justice?

i suppose no one will ever really have an answer.

but we know who's to blame.