I am growing into the surroundings of this place, and I am flatlined on my emotions and I am not doing too much to stop it at this point. My Dad came to visit me today. Which was nice. It gave me a small glimpse into the life that I left behind back at home that I may never fully return to.
What people don't understand is that an experience such as being locked up can go plenty of different ways. You can leave here missing a part of yourself that you liked if you're not careful, and taking with you part of this place instead. I don't know how much fight I really have in me to not let that happen. I feel deserted by most of the people and friends that I thought surely would be there for me. Except for my family.
I have been to jail before, but never for this long. It's going to be close to impossible to keep myself intact if this little vacation keeps going like this. There was a guy who slept in the top bunk next to me for only eight days, and he got a letter from a different one of his friends or family almost every day he was here. Whatever.
I have been writing some letters. Now I am hoping for some letters back. This is Jordan in jail, signing off. Waiting....................
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dont be discouraged... you know that you're constantly on my mind and am here for you. i so desperately wanna be THERE for you and come see your beautifull face which i know hasn't broken out ridiculously unless your goldmember and like eating pieces of flesh of your skin or can't seem to leave it alone. but quick question before i make it down there... can i bring ya some face stuff or are there rules about bringing anything when i do come visit????
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