Today I witnessed a fellow inmate get brutally beaten by a couple of the butch inmates. It was horrific. I would have jumped to her aid but I was too busy pinning her down and laughing manically.
Half way through my sentence now. Sometimes it gets really lonely behind bars. I mean I've got my cell mate for company but she's still not talking to me after the Justin Bieber incident. I mean she physically can't talk after I jammed her MP3 player down her throat. There's always Big Bertha and she keeps saying she likes my company but her idea of fun makes me feel dirty and degraded. I'd like to have more visitors. #FreeHeather
It's Sunday and I was asked whether I wanted to accompany the rest of F-Wing to the prison chapel and confess my sins and cleanse my spirit. I said I'd rather stab my own eyes out and eat a plate of sick. I may or may not have used the word cunt in the same sentence as Jesus but I wasn't being blasphemous or anything.
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