Going on three days in a row in the same pajama’s, and it is not looking good. I don’t want to shower because I am not allowed clean soap. I don’t want to wash my hair because I am not allowed clean shampoo. I don’t want to clean my clothes because I am not allowed clean laundry detergent. I don’t want to change my sheets because there is no clean laundry here.
It is not looking good.
I think I am going to start vomiting after I eat. Because I am not allowed food that isn’t connected to someone else’s idea of a show. Not my idea.
I never want to return to the show again.
I am devastated again at the loss of David. You do not pick a man like him up at a bar. Women will never replace him.
It is a loss I would rather have died from since I am not allowed to truly live anymore.
Bad.