I have been through disappointment one after another. So many failures in life even with death itself. My body is in pain and it's hard to even eat correctly and move. Although, I'm trying to get back onto my feet and fight, even though I wish not to anymore, God won't allow me to give in, again. My father had given me another recruiter to go to and we will see him. This time though, it is the Army. The recruiter knows of my tattoo problem and he wants to take a look at it for himself. As a last resort I must get it removed. I'm used to having things removed from my life, even when it's been a part of me for so long and it meaning much to me. It's a sweet sorrow, but sacrifices are to be made, even if it hurts.