I specialize in questioning.
I'm not here because of my job. I'm confortable with it.
I think I'm gay. It's stupid to admit it now, though I can't do that to my family.
I've never had sex with a man before. My wife was always enough for me but I have always felt violated when we're in bed. I have never been atracted to her, and I know she's good-looking, but still, I can't.
I'm unhappy. The happiest days of my life were in Fallujah, before the battle of course. The feeling of taking part on something great. And still, it's not that I was happy for myself, I was just, feeling my life had purpose for the country I chose to live.
Yeah, I'm not American. I'm Brazilian.
I don't care much about Brazil. My family has moved to Florida, and I've made this possible.
I'm living a lie, but this lie is my life. I need to commit, but I can't. I don't want to anymore.
