As I turned the corner it dawned on me, I forgot my keys and my mask. Ever since the accident I have been wearing it, but it has only been a few weeks the doctor says I'll get used to it but I have a sneaking feeling I never will. In a world where everybody is perfect, it just doesn't feel right to be disguising my appearance but I don't know how people will react if they see a botched surgery, my doctor says it’s a one in a million chance that I could ever be fixed because it is such a rare occurrence.
Society has never experienced such a unique face. As soon as I came out of the hospital and my doctor broke the news to me, I remember being devastated but also having a weird feeling of self-loathing which I had never experienced before. The first few days, I couldn't look myself in the eye, I had all the mirrors taken out of my apartment, and just sat there for a few hours I saw the sun setting and I found a new appreciation for the beauty of my surroundings.
I was supposed to be meeting my parents today, I cancelled though, I hadn't told them about the surgery, I hadn't told anyone in fact because I couldn't face them not like this.

Update:
I know my doctor told me to record my feelings in this book but what does he know he's the one who messed me up inside and out. He says there is no way to fix me, but he promised… he promised.