It'll be okay. To be honest, I'm past the point of caring what they do to me. I just don't fucking care. They don't scare me anymore.
I just wish I wasn't so tired. And sad. And lonely. And angry. I want to get fucking drunk and forget it all for awhile, but I can't. Not that it would help if I could anyway. I wish I could cry, but I'm out of tears. I have been for months. It's not healthy. I'm going to explode if I don't get all this built up crap out, but I can't get it out. So, I get to just make motions and build it all up and up and up. Eventually something will break. :/
Anyways. Not much I can do about most of that, that I'm not already doing.
God damn... I understand how hypocritical the justice system can be for some people, and how hard it is to get out of it once in. One of my brother-in-laws couldn't get a good job anywhere because of his record, so was forced to work illegally under the table. Only job he managed to land after prison was at a Marina, where he had to drive boats and jetskis into the dock, yet he can't operate a vehicle for recreation due to his record. Near the end of his probation, Police show up at his work, find him driving a boat at a marina, and no legal record that he works there, and he gets thrown back in prison.
It's a broken, ailing system. Unforunately, a prison population doing unpaid skilled labor to produce goods that you can sell for regular price? Really lucrative. Welcome to the free market justice system.