Dear Journal,

Ashaya, you fucking idiot. You were just fine where you were. But, no. You have to set sail with little to no money and an empty handgun. Brilliant, genius. Now you have to start all over again. Luckily, at least there is a civil-ish town-ish place. That’s nice, at least you won’t get eaten, killed, or turned right away. Maybe some people you know are here. Ha, in your dreams. You better get your ass in gear and fast, after three years, luck can run out real fast, and you need skill to get you by. Remember that asshole drill sergeant at basic training? You better. His kicking your ass into shape might keep you alive. Shame the fucker died. You better get it moving sister, you REALLY do not want to be caught outside at night. Remember the trip to Los Angeles from Fort Hunter Liggett? You better, you almost died, alot. Let’s not repeat that shall we? No? Good. At least you found safe enough time to sit the fuck down and write today. Count yourself lucky, an hour from now you might not be.

Hoping to fucking live,

Yours truly,

ASHAYA MCKELLAN, Staff Sergeant, U.S. Army

Drill Sergeant, 91st Division, Fort Hunter Liggett

P.S. You really need to stop ending your entries with your rank and division. Its been three years. What the fuck are you doing? The Army is long gone, move the fuck on, jackass.