As I sat on the bus, I looked out to the distance. Reminiscing every single memory. Good and bad. All the events leading up to this point, making me the person I am today. I don't know where to start, so I might as well start from the beginning.

It was a warm night. I was born 4 minutes before the next day. So much innocence. At the age of 4 I started pre-school. By the time I was 5, I was getting in trouble with school authorities. Fighting other kids. Doing mischievous things. I always had a feeling I would be rebellious.

Fast forward some years, 2006. My little sister was born. Little did I know the next few years of my life would be so wonderful and unforgiving at the same time. 2008 came along and I graduate elementary school. The same school that I defied the authorities years ago. That was the first time I cried. I didn't want to leave my friends. After that summer I started in a new school and made friends really quickly. I was over my elementary school friends. Over the course of 3 years, I wasn't exactly the best student. Not the worst either. Unfocused, but I somehow graduated.

2012, I started high school. It was very different from what the movies show. In the blink of an eye, the school year was ending. Then she came along. I was almost oblivious of her until now. We started dating. I broke up with her countless times from freshman to senior year. What a person I was. January 2016, I broke up with her. I couldn't take the doubts I had anymore. I did it to keep her happy. Six months later, we got back together. 6 days before I had to leave. I was going to become a U.S. Marine.

During boot camp I sent her letters, only to receive one back. That was my motivation to keep pushing forward. 13 weeks of hell. After the crucible, I was handed my Eagle Globe and Anchor, EGA. This was the second time I cried. I had made a promise to everyone that I wouldn't cry until I was handed my EGA. I have fulfilled my promise. I went back home for 10 days, then started Marine Combat Training, MCT.

After MCT, I arrived at the west coast. 29 Palms, California. I hated the west coast Marines. They thought they were the shit. Like always, I adapted and learned to work with them. On the first week of January, I got promoted. I wasn't so surprised, since I still don't rate to do anything at all. Two weeks later, she texts me. I call her and she says we are done. My heart sank. I knew it had to happen someday. We hung up and I accepted the truth. There was no reason to gloat over it. My buddy, Roker, came over and asked if I was okay. He had witnessed the whole thing unfold.

A week later, I feel that I'm way over it. Or so I thought. I open up Snapchat. And the first thing I see is my ex on Skype with her new boyfriend. He was a gaming stud. I was disgusted. I left my phone sitting on my rack the entire day.

There was this one female. I had a huge crush on her. The only problem was, she was too good for me. I did not make any advances toward her. I knew my boundaries. I picked up class the next week. 47 training days later, I graduated Communications school. I got orders to go to Okinawa, Japan. Exactly what I wanted.

Now I'm sitting on the bus to the airport. Where I will be going back to home for about 2 weeks. Then to Japan. Every second that passes by, my heart sinks a little bit. Part of me doesn't want to go back. Six months in the desert, so many memories.

To be continued...