dammit! i've been missing my deadlines lately. i hate the fact that i'm being too complacent. what the hell is wrong with me?! i'm beginning to think that i may not be physically and emotionally ready yet for this kind of freedom. i wonder if prisoners feel this way sometimes. for some weird reason, i find comfort and security in being behind bars, in knowing what will happen tomorrow, in not thinking when and where to eat, in not deciding when and where to work. sometimes there's this aching desire to go back where everything runs like clockwork, where everything is predestined, and where everyone's in a grueling race to get ahead of the others.
geez. what am i thinking? i certainly hope that this is just a really bad case of pms.
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