Addict: Setting the World on Fire

Entry 15

Dear Someone,

I will never be able to rid myself of my scars. How could I have been so stupid?! All of my red and raised scars… the original wounds went no less than ¼ an inch into my flesh, which means I have scar tissue that goes deeper than my epedermis (shit, I can’t spell). The sanding treatment will only take the scar to skin-level. I’ll still have my blade marks.
Fuck. Sergeant Major was right. I’ve cut my own throat, and pissed it all away.
I can’t walk up to a recruiter with four sets of mutilation sites. Even if I get cleared for naval service, they’d never let me handle a jet.
They’d have me by the throat the first night at boot camp. When a DI sees ‘KNIVES’ she’ll send me to sick bay and put me on a bus home.
… Why do I not care?

Hallelujah, Sleep, Sick + Sain,Diseased,Monster, Insain