Sunday
3/24/24
7pm
Well, this day is almost over, thank God. When will I stop having to say that? Will my days ever be good? This cycle never ends. This cycle that often seems devoid of hope at all. I guess I should feel lucky that I don’t have an LWOP (Life Without Parole) sentence like all of the people I just read about. They would probably tell me what Sassypants in Cambridge Springs told me: “Do my time and THEN complain.” She had spent 30 years inside at that point.
It’s rumored that she murdered two of her children, but according to her, she never had any kids at all. Who knows what the real story is.
I cannot wait to get a radio. It helps with the depression.
In other news, Motorcycle wants to be monogamous again. I always wonder why he only feels this way when I’m in prison.
Oh well.
I don’t care.
I will.
It’s about time. I’m too old for non-monogamy anyway. I wrote him a letter telling him I would.
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