Tuesday, March 27, 2001

Came back from visitation furious. I’m so pissed off right now that I could probably knock Mike Tyson out with one punch! Oh, I am so sick of being controlled and treated like a child! I’m so sick of the fucking power play!

This power-tripping bitch named Woodruff was rudely sitting, goofing off with other DOs. Meanwhile, I’m fucking sitting in that hot, stuffy little room just waiting for the fucking bitch to come and get me, or at least call for an escort. I would’ve let the bitch have it without caring if I got “written-up,” if she didn’t come and get me when she did. I’d have been like, “Fine. Here’s my ID, here’s my name. Write me the fuck up if it makes you happy.”

I’m just so fucking sick of being shit on and being people’s little puppet. People wonder why I’m so bitter and angry. One can only be pushed so far. My whole life is nothing but what others say I have to do. I’m beyond fed up! I realize that being a DO is tough work, but I don’t think they realize that they’re not invincible. Yes, they’re like Gods in here who can do no wrong and who can do anything they want to us and get away with it, but I don’t think they understand that once we get out of here, we’re no longer powerless against them. Legal action, if necessary, can be taken against them at that point and it may not get them fired, but it’d mar their records for life.

Things are going to change drastically when I get out of here. No, I am not going to pay $40 a month. No, I am not going to take “classes.” No, I am not going to wait on the community. No, I am not going to see a therapist (unless I want to). And most importantly, no I am not going to see any damn PO. I’m sick of catering to this state, along with those who have used/abused the law against me. The state doesn’t own me. The freeloaders don’t own me. I own me, and once I’m out of here, nobody tells me what to do or where to go. I’m taking back my life when I get out of here, even if that means I won’t be able to expose the pigs/black bitch for what they are.

Saw Palma working J, but she never saw me. Too bad. I really wanted to return the evil glare. She sure looked hot, though.

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