Eagle Scout. College student. One of Indianapolis' most beloved EMTs.

A prancing and dancing purple-yellow canid named Lemonade!

The best son his parents could ever ask for.

A friend.

A lover.

Requiescat in pace
Pvt. Timothy 'Tim' McCormick
and his comrade, Specialist Cody Medley

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"I've had enough of myself. I need help."
I hate myself for how I responded to questions and criticisms about my character and my actions. The slightest inquiry on my ability to serve a company breaks my heart, makes me burst into tears and get a migraine.

Not to mention make me sign a resignation letter.

Jobless as soon as I try to answer just a few taxpayers. Jobless as soon as I realise how much of a burden on my brain once peak filing period kicks off. Jobless as soon as I fumble over the simplest of questions.

"Why? Why? WHY!?"

My father tells me its because I give up too easily and that I avoid getting job experience just because I fear people criticising me. That he is right. However, even knowing this, I just cannot seem to make myself stop doing all that. My bad attitude seems uncontrollable - nay, instinctual! Routine!

I keep telling myself to stop thinking so hard about it, get to the point and stop crying but no! It is like some wretched soul of a spoilbrat inside me wrestles control over my brain, my mouth and my heart and initiates these irritatingly routine reactions that get me into trouble!

Enough ranting. The time is now for me to seek professional counselling - educated insights into how to right my toxic self once and for all.

No more lies, only action.