May 12, 2003 04:00
Sometimes, layin' here on my bunk, lookin' up where there oughtta be a sky, feels like I'm back in prison.
Not that I ain't grateful for the second chance. I am. But this...it ain't what I dreamed about nights when I was layin' there waitin' for sleep to come and take me away from jail, an' from the thoughts that I was a bad, horrible person who had exactly what she deserved.
I dunno what I was hopin' for, not really. Some kinda fairy tale?
I ain't a fairy tale girl. I look dumb in frilly dresses and crap.
But the lonely's hard to take, man.
'S hard.