You know how people are given prison sentences? And you know how sometimes those terms are like 12 life sentences and then you wonder how they could count that much time and what that time would feel like to live it? And how it would seem like every day would creep by? Well, it's not true, you humans.
Sometimes the hours fly by and you are still lifting weights and whittling shivs and intimidating the newbies. Then they throw you a bone, like meatloaf day or un-shackled Wednesdays and you start to think that prison isn't so bad. Then you see someone come in and you can relate to them and you start to mentor the inmates and be there for therapy times and are "functioning" "well". And so you would think this is what prison is for: rehabilitation times.
But I am getting scared.
Because I hate this place, but I am functioning right now. Like for reals, some would say I am downright chipper. It is scaring me, frankly. Is this really me or am I just one sassy-mouthed actress? And is the acting just what we are supposed to do or is that how I end up here forever, with whisps of hair that blow in the stagnant, windy hallways?
Oh, prison...
me
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