My bedroom looks like a shrine to Rocky. It even smells like him, which is a mixture of ass, sweat, and feet. But it is a familiar disgustingly nostalgic smell which i love so much. I went and saw him yesterday as he was sworn in. I almost busted into tears as I said my last goodbyes to him. He kept whispering that he wasn't leaving me but instead was going to work and was coming home soon. I really want to be supportive of him, but it is so hard to let go of something you love so much. Mom and dad have been supportive of my depression lately. Dad brought me home a cookie and asked me why I was crying. When I told him he kinda gave off the vibe he thought it was stupid, but I guess that is the most I will get off dad. Mom has been really supportive with telling me that it will get easier and that Rocky is doing this for both of us. Basically she has accepted the fact that I want to marry Rocky. Dad is still a little skeptical on that topic. The hardest part about yesterday was when we were walking to the bus, I started to cry a little so i squeezed his hand hard and he squeezed back. I was just so torn up about him going. I still am torn up about it. I am just, I will need to depend on my friends now to help me through this. That means i need to hang out with you losers more now...so invite me places...or else.