Monday, 11 June 2007
Friday, 8 June 2007
Day 483
I can't bring myself to read it. Its been sitting on the floor staring up at me since yesterday. Dare I look at it?
Thursday, 7 June 2007
Day 482
Today a note was popped through a hole in my cell wall. My heart has skipped a few beats. I can't bring myself to open it
Wednesday, 6 June 2007
Day 481
I feel so low. Ever since yesterday I've been sitting here sifting through the notes that were left on my floor. I sound so desperate. I feel so alone now.
Tuesday, 5 June 2007
Day 480
A sad day. A guard tipped a load of paperwork on the floor of my cell today and I found them to be my notes. He told me I was the only one here and that I had been replying to myself. How could I have been so stupid?
Monday, 4 June 2007
Day 479
Today, a guard told me to clean up my act and that the notes that were passing through the walls were not acceptable. I've analysed the lyrics of the songs but can't find anything offensive with them.
Friday, 1 June 2007
Day 478
I've heard nothing from my neighbour. He must have been moved. A guard warned me to stop pushing notes through the walls, so I've decided to lower my singing volume.
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