Diana's Journal Part 1.

Dear journal, and who ever the fuck is reading this. Week One.

If you are going through the database just to read this, Then i commend you. Day one, god what a pitiful hard ass day it was today, PT PT PT PT PT is all i can think and do my legs hurt my eyes are burning, and i cant feel my arms anymore. God how do people deal with this its like the layers of hell or something, but its only the first week it will get better i hope.

Dear journal, and who ever the fuck is reading this. Week Two.

My body has seem to gotten into the PT schedule i dont feel much pain now. The only thing im feeling pain from anymore is the training, Being a ODST isnt a damn walk in the park like i thought it would be. What i would trade right now for a goddamn painkiller, I think i broke my right index finger in combat training today, which stinks horribly.

Dear journal, and who ever the fuck is reading this. Week Three.

So tired, my Sgt. keeps telling me if i cant keep up ill be left behind, he said i need to start catching up or ill be booted out of ODST im thinking thats a blessing at the moment. But i couldnt do that, my mom would be pissed oh well, Platoon! Double-time! Harch!....If i die in a combat zone, box me up and ship me home!

To be continued...