*happy sigh*
I feel very...happy...and got to see my baby today and yesterday.....Although it was through a glass and a phone Receiver....I still felt closer to him then i have in a week and 4 days....I couldn't help but cry when seeing the Guards dragging him away....The thought of him being in there makes me depressed, and i can't do anything about it.... But cry about it....or write him up the ass...which I have been doing...Me, Jesus and Dez...(mine and his friends)are going to give blood and plasma to get money to get him out which will be next week....I'm really hope!....I think maybe i'm getting my hopes way to high....*sigh* its funny how i was happy when i started writing in my journal....But now...i'm in no mood i'm just......there.....God i hate seeing him in the Uniform and seeing the guards treating him like crap and him all Chained up, his hands to his stomach and his feet....Like his some kind of killer....I keep listening to this song over and over and over and over..no joke...i have on my playlist like 10 times so it don't have to restart it......And you know whats stupid i don't even like it that much i heared it on the radio and i HAD TO listen to it again....i don't know i think there is something up with it....Oh well....