The words "police", "police station", and "interrogation" were floating around. I felt anxious, and experienced a flashback so intricately twisted, I felt the rush and heat in my body. It felt so real. Like I was there again. It spiraled in my head
Monday, October 21st 2013: I cut off writing yesterday to talk to the nurse, S. I found out why my roommate is angry, and now I'm angry. She thinks I don't give her enough attention and I'm giving S, my other roommate, more attention. Which is just
Familiar Nightmares It's 1:30 p.m., and the clanging of the pots and pans against the steel doors was getting irritating. The guard walked at a leisurely pace with the keys jingling in her hand. "They do this on purpose, I swear to God." my
The handcuffs have come off, and my wrists hurt for a while. As time moved on, the pain dissipated. I'm free now. Now what? Broken glass laying on the floor. The pieces dispersed. It just slipped from my hand.. I think. Did I drop it on purpose?
Build a wall around you. Show the world who you are, but always keep to yourself. Be careful where you step. Be careful who you walk with. Because I realized acting stupid cuts the stupid out of your life. The smart ones will see through your stupid