11-15-2002, 03:34 PM
Day 3 Evening
My mind is beginning to fill up with these thoughts. I found a piece of rock on the ground that works like chalk so I began writing these thoughts on the floor under my bed. The guard thought I was sick or dead because I was lying on the floor. I assured him I was ok fearing he might find my writings.
A rat just scurried accross the room. I'm afraid it will come and bite me. I am now sitting on the bed with my legs off the floor. I hate this place. I want to go home.
My mind is beginning to fill up with these thoughts. I found a piece of rock on the ground that works like chalk so I began writing these thoughts on the floor under my bed. The guard thought I was sick or dead because I was lying on the floor. I assured him I was ok fearing he might find my writings.
A rat just scurried accross the room. I'm afraid it will come and bite me. I am now sitting on the bed with my legs off the floor. I hate this place. I want to go home.