You want to assassinate someone, vision is a basic requirement. It’s like step one, pick a person to kill. Step two, kill that person!
Prison is not cool. Being here is not cool. It’s not brave, or admirable, or courageous; it’s stupid. I feel stupid for being in here. And stupid for thinking that it wouldn’t ruin my life, and that it would be okay. And I’m not surviving. I’m just existing.
My friendship used to come with perks. Now I’m just an angry old Russian lady. Without the free pantyhose and eyeliner I’m not such a draw.