02 Jun. 74
J.
Sorry it’s been a while. They threw me into solitary. Knew they would. Bastards. I couldn’t stop thinking about you the whole time. The blankets in there are so stiff with dried c*m you could use them as roofing. Hahaha. But f**k it’s good to be out of that shithole. You can go insane in that place. After a few days it begins to stink of your sweat and piss and s**t. Then you start to think you’re the only person left in the world, that the screws have forgotten about you and there’s nothing you can do about it. And the walls. Stare at them long enough and you think they’re moving in on you, slowly sliding towards each other until they squeeze the pulp out of you. I was lucky I only got two weeks. That was enough. I’d go mental if I had to spend any longer in there.
I know
