This place is a prison.
I woke up to the same thing everday, it's starting to get repetetive. There can't be joy when there's no change in your life. I think about the same thing everyday, I listen to the same songs because they remind me of you, and you...and you. It's all just gotten monotonous to the point where I can't take it and I have 6 months of this left until I can feel real joy again. All I want is a real change, I had this schedule I live off of. It's bland and uninspiring. I used to be creative when I was free, but now the shackles have latched onto my fingers that grasp these pens that help me write. I don't truly know what I think anymore, only what I've been trained to think. Fuck you. Creep in the darkness and take the innocence of each soul that passes through those steel doors. Drain their minds and warp their figures. That place is a death-trap and one day it'll be the death of me. If this is what there is to live for, I don't want to live for it. That place is a fake. I live each day just to get out.