Sunday, February 7, 2010

The price of freedom

You never realize the price of freedom until it is taken away. You never realize a breath of fresh air is what it is, until you don't have that option. I did some awful things for people for the price of my freedom. Iam sorry, remorseful, and pissed off that most of those people will not be pursued or prosecuted.
Fuckers.
That's what i get for being an idiot + too trusting. Evil is in everyone for money for the price of money + this costed me so much. I'm blogging from the inside, having my oldest son post this. Sentencing is 60 some days away as I write + my future is up in the air.
I quickly had to learn barter, trading sugar fo coffee or a stamp. Became an expert with a spork, treasure my suave shampoo + watery cocoa butter lotion, I was able to buy with commisary money my brother sent.

I learn to use the rough floor to file my nails, I must admit I did a good job. The ends of latex gloves, The ring part goes that goes around your wrist, can be made into a ponytail holder. And just yesterday I learned how you can curl. Your hair using the standard brown napkins, but I didn't. I get to watch the sun rise every morning through a window that runs the height of the room + about 6 inches wide. I am relieved another day has passed. I remember the lines of a wise man from the Big Aplle. Well ok, I don't remember exactly but it was something like.

In being locked up, I realized they can never completly lock me up my mind was always free.

I know I totally screwed it up Blue Eyes, but now you know why all the questions about time.

Even though, I wish it was all over I am glad to be going through it at this age + time. I don't know if i would of been able to handle it at a younger age. So I turned myself in to the U.S. marshals 13days ago, 15 books later I am coping to only way I know how... as a Lakota woman

Please write:
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Please write to my mom.

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