prison break.

currently listening to: perfect/guster.

in the past two days, i have spent 17 hours in the same chair. in the same position. and no, not in the same clothes. it was 17 hours of the same unnerving feeling. of squirming around. of trying to figure out things on my own. of trying to figure out why they're doing what. of watching pieces of the puzzle fall into place.

i said goodbye to the real world for the weekend, and instead, hung out with my new friends. i ate my meals with them, i dug up holes with them, and felt like vomitting each time one of them would bleed. meet my friends--from fox river penitentiary.

i am a bum, and loving it.