I Hadn't Learned Yet That

People Don't Want To Accept The Responsibility For Their Own Weakness, So They Place The Blame On Something That They're Not Responsible For, Like Disease Or Genetics.

I Would Like To Be Soft And Warm. I Would Be Terrified To Be That Way. I Could Be Hurt If I Were Soft And Warm. I Could Be Hurt By Something Other Than Myself. It Is Harder To Be Soft Than It Is To Be Hard. I Could Be Hurt By Something Other Than Myself.

Let Things Be, Let Yourself Be, Let Everything Be And Accept It As It Is. Nothing More. Nothing Less.

I Don't Write With An Outline. I Don't Often Know What I'm Going To Do As I'm Writing. And I Do Everything By Feel And By Instinct.

My Life Is Routine. I Wake Up Early In The Morning. I Brush My Teeth. I Sit On The Floor Of The Cell I Do Not Go To Breakfast. I Stare At A Gray Cement Wall. I Keep My Legs Crossed My Back Straight My Eyes Forward. I Take Deep Breaths In And Out, In And Out, And I Try Not To Move. I Sit For As Long As I Can I Sit Until Everything Hurts I Sit Until Everything Stops Hurting I Sit Until I Lose Myself In The Gray Wall I Sit Until My Mind Becomes As Blank As The Gray Wall. I Sit And I Stare And I Breathe. I Sit And I Stare. I Breathe.