“everyone has their off days” I tell myself 15 days in a row
I was somebody before I came in here. I was somebody with a life that I chose for myself and now, now it’s just about getting through the day without crying. And I’m scared. I’m still scared. I’m scared that I’m not myself in here and I’m scared that I am. Other people aren’t the scariest part of prison, it’s coming face-to-face with who you really are. Because once you’re behind these walls there’s nowhere to run. The truth catches up with you in here and it’s the truth that’s going to make you her bitch.
have you even seen clothes that look good and then you try them on and it’s like no
*eating chips* okay this is the last one. *eats 10 more* I mean it this time, no more. *finishes bag*
why are mondays so long they take like 3 days to finish