So. This is it.

Let Me Out

I've been in prison for about a week now. I'm so thankful that my cell mate's nice; His name is Harry. Harry's only here for stealing something. He won't tell me what though.

I was terrified of being raped when I first got here. You hear all these stories about jail and all the scary people in there, but so far I haven't had to talk to anyone, besides Harry, so I feel fairly safe or at least not as scared.

The conditions are rough, but livable. Livable doesn't mean that I want to spend two months here and depending on how my trial goes possibly longer, it just means that life here is bearable.

It's only been a week, and that's not that much time, but I've already started plotting my escape. I'm hoping to breakout before my "time" is up, Harry's in on it too. When we're out, we plan to live our lives together. Not as in a gay relationship kind of way, but in a way where we can always have each other's backs.

It's a tough realization, but we both know that we can't go back to our normal lives after this. I'll have to say good-bye to my family, my friends, my band, and most importantly my looks. It'll be like starting over. All over.