2017

And Now

I now write this to you from a jail cell. They haven't been deporting people they've been keeping them in remote areas with prisons and work places.

I scream often and get beaten for it. My anxiety has been reaching all time highs and I've hallucinated memories. I've lost a lot of weight and my rations keep getting smaller. Funny how I thought losing weight would make me feel more worth while, but when it's forced on you in this way it breaks you instead.

I have met amazing people though. They are smart and creative with good intentions. A black girl told me about her experiences. She was arrested when she ran out of her house to help a gay couple being beaten in the street.

These people are beautiful, too beautiful to deserve these deaths. Instead of deportation they slowly starve us and neglect us until we die.

I've been here a month and most people only last 2. I try to stay lucid and I try to sing often but it is hard to be happy here. My thoughts are scattered.

I try to remember the showtunes I used to sing 24/7 but it's hard.