Journal #3 Vent

The clock is ticking and time is running out. Tick tock. Tick tock. I still can't believe there is little time left until my brother leaves for the mainland. I still can't believe he chose to go to the air force. I'm not against him for joining, I'll be happy with whatever he wishes to do, its just the thought of someone you love going to the army gives me a frightening vibe.
My brother and I have been through a lot. Its the typical: fights, arguments, disagreements, him being over-protective, etc. Of course some people, especially girls, who have older brothers sometimes wish they had an older sister instead. Others wish they had an older brother so they can know how it feels to have someone watching out and protecting them. There was this one time I wish I had an older sister instead of an older brother because we had a BIG argument and i was soooo pissed off at him. I know that saying that will never come true but I do regret it because he is just looking out for me and making sure I won't do anything stupid of that matter.
There are also fun and stupid times my brother and I had. When I was in volleyball and basketball, he would always practice with me. Like when we're at home doing nothing, we would call up our friends and go to the park so he could help me be a better player. If none of our friends could go then it'd just be me and him or me, him, and my dad. While all of us are playing, he would make jokes and all of faces would have smiles and you would hear laughter coming out of our mouths.
Having my borther there for me through thick and thin is something I can't forget. When the call for him to leave for basic trainig comes, he won't be able to be here to look after me or be over protective about boys or anything. He's going to be miles and miles away for 6-8 months because he joined the air force. I am going to miss him but I know I can't do anything to make him stay and do something else. Until then, I'll make the most of what's left before tome runs out.