I guess my way of thinking doesn’t sit well with some. The mental health dude kept looking at me Strangely and asking if i was alright. Well what do you think Man. My last five years have been spent in a 16 by 9 Foot cell. Surrounded by angry, mentaly ill, violent men. Listening to hate, violence, and Talk of drugs and sex. I have woke up day after day wondering if this is the day i die. I’ve been hurt. I have been depressed. No I’m Not OK.12-14-10 5:30 p.m.
To the mental health dude: No I’m Not OK
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Diary of a Predator 