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Dear diary,

I am

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Hello my name

I am dragging this, aren’t I? But what should I really do in this situation? Did I really expect myself to accept this? That damn bitc–, After what happened I don't want to remember anything related to her.

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After staring at the blank page for so long, I decided I will write whatever comes to my mind. Watching myself struggle for just how to start my diary is like, Forget it, I don’t want to feel anything right now. Now most of my time is now spent staring at the gray ceiling, I realized something. I now have trust issues in my future relationships or maybe I will single for the rest of life.

“Prison” the word was foreign to me not in a not knowing sense more like a umm…not have experienced sense, I guess. Yep, I'm in prison. No, I didn’t kill somebody, or run my car over on someone or stalk someone. Nor did I shoplift anything. I just…

Maybe I did something, by reaching out for something which seemed out of my reach, maybe dad was right, all good things come to an end. It's been 2 weeks since I came here. But it feels like a year has passed. At night I just stare out the small iron window which is my ventilation window in these four walls. From what I heard, people go to jail because they can reflect on what they did wrong. But

I did nothing wrong.