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Dear Diary, Part 2
June 8, 2015 | 0 Comments
So they moved me down to Verdun women’s prison, one more prison to add to the list. They all told me it’ll be better, but it’s not. I hate it. The rules here are much harsher, the guards are rude, and you can’t do anything or ask for anything. I’m staying in a room with 4 girls. I hate this. I want to die. What the fuck is the point of getting out anymore if I’m going to be imprisoned at home? Whatever, I don’t know what to say anymore. It’s like it gets worse and worse and worse…
Today is Thursday, June 6th 2013. and again, court has been rescheduled to Tuesday. I’m SO tired of waiting. I don’t care anymore. I’m EXHAUSTED. I’ve barely been writing since I got to Verdun. I think because after thirty something days it just gets depressing. I’ve learned a lot since I got here because this place is much, MUCH harsher.
It’s Saturday night. I’m going to watch our story on ‘Al-Fasad’ tomorrow morning. How fucked up is that? I don’t even like the boss of this place.
I’m actually scared of getting out of jail and going into another jail at home. What no one gets is you learn more in prison about life and how to live life inside than you EVER would outside. They’ll never get that though. No one will. I’m so different now.
I want my job back, I want to go to uni, I want to have so much work to do I’m barely sleeping, I want to sit at home, laugh again, I want to go to the salon for my relaxing “get away from the world” moments, I want to see my friends at the infamous coffee shop or at houses, I want to eat something that I feel like, wear what I want, do whatever is on my mind.