i have some things to bitch about. you'll see that later. meanwhile, howzabout i do some creative writing???
I sit idly, confused by my circumstances. I'm forced to wait on two things that are chance and necessity. I ponder the beauty of my prison, this paradoxical paradise. I am aware of the events that lead to this, but not how it was preventable. Supposed manners lacked. There is much temptation here. Urges of a violent nature merging with those of a softer value. Yet, I refrain from unloading, just to torture myself...
