Insanity

Chapter Nine

Today's Date: September 20, 2011

Dear Journal,

I've been sitting in this jail cell waiting for my court date! I'm losing my mind just sitting in here. They put me in a cell by myself because those pigs think I'm not "sane" enough to be in the same cell with another person. Every hour, this bitch named Officer Gilligan walks by and it's really getting annoying. She's been a bitch to me since I arrived here. Like she's better than me or something but she isn't. She's a fucking bitch and if she walks by my door with that smug ass face she has, I might just lose it and get thrown in the hole. God, my court date can't come sooner. I couldn't afford a lawyer so, they're giving me one but hell, those bitches don't do shit except wait for the check in the mail. They don't help anybody and they damn sure won't help me. Thinking about what Bryan did to me was so unfair and cruel. He'll pay for what he has done; one way or another and I can promise that. I haven't slept that much because of these fucked up things they call a "bed" in this hell hole. I didn't miss the food here and that's for sure. I would love to see those pigs eat what we have to eat for a day; they'd shit theirselves. I can't believe I laughed out loud over that. Hearing that bitches foot steps walking closer to my cell is really bugging me out. I wish I could break her fucking legs and show her that I don't need to be checked up on every hour. What am I going to do? I mean let's get real, I'm locked in this cell with barely anything in it except for a pillow and a sheet. What's the worse that could happen? That bitch knows she is taunting me, I can see it in her scum eyes. I'm ready for my dinner to get here so, I can fucking try and get another restless sleep in here. Five minutes feels like an eternity in here. I'm at my witts end and just thinking about spending the rest of my life in a cell is making my skin crawl. Everybody wishes they can go back and change some of the things they did in the past but I think I was destined to do it and it was kinda fulfilling. Just thinking about the rush brings a smile to my face. Well, dinner is here. I'll write some more later.

Until Next Time,

Vince.