September 19, 2000
I got a letter tonight from a friend of mine. She told me a big story I’m pretty sure is a lie.
She says she’s a virgin (no, that’s not the part I think is a lie), and ever since I came to prison she has been telling me how bad she wants to have sex. She says she wants to get it over with. But now I get this letter with this story line that doesn’t make sense. She says that she met a guy at a club, took him home, then blacked out and woke up naked with him.
I guess it’s possible, but if that is what you wanted anyway? I get stories and rants all the time. People feel I’m a safe person to tell anything to. I’m removed from society. I won’t lie, it is entertaining. But sometimes I judge also. Especially when I feel they are giving me a load of shit. That’s the part I don’t understand. They have someone to spill their guts to and don’t come with the truth. I guess I’ve done this before too. Hasn’t everyone? So I shouldn’t be so quick to call people out. But these empty papers are my psychologist.
And my mind doesn’t stop spinning whether it’s on something serious or trivial. If nothing else this is going to be an opportunity to learn, not only about others, but about myself.
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