silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
I've been in here for what feels like an eternity. I don't know how long it's actually been, but it can't be more than 5 years or so. I was just a young girl when they locked me up. You'd think that after all these years I'd be used to the routine by now. But every day is the same: wake up in my cell, eat my rations, stare at the walls for hours on end, maybe get some visitors if I'm lucky. It's a never-ending cycle of boredom and despair.
But sometimes I have moments where it all feels worth it. When I see my friends through the bars or talk to them through the phone in our yard time, I feel like I can finally start moving forward again. But then reality sets back in and I'm left with nothing but the cold hard concrete walls staring back at me.
I've learned how to survive in here over the years though. It's a tough life, but it's mine now. The other inmates have taught me so much about resilience and resourcefulness. We all look out for each other as best we can. I've even learned some new skills like knitting and making jewelry from old scraps of fabric. So yeah, it may not be the life I wanted, but at least I'm still alive and kicking.
