Dear Diary,
I just realized this prison has been my home for as long as I can remember. If you can even call it a home. A home to me is a nice little house with windows, colorful walls, green grass outside. Maybe a wife and some kids running through a sprinkler in the lawn. Nevermind, this prison isn't a home, not a real one anyway. Inside is cold and lifeless. Inside I don't have to worry about being mugged, raped or beaten, for I am the only one in here, but does that really matter? It seems for me to win is to lose. Stuck here in the safety of my prison, yet cursed to live a life of solitude. It's always lonely and I can never escape for I fear what people may think of me once I am out. I don't think I'm hideous, I just have fears of what certain people might think if I was exposed.
This prison is all I will ever know. Maybe one day I can escape and be with people. Maybe I can live beyond this prison.Maybe I can live with others just like me. People that will accept me and want to love me. This cage and my life, will always be together. I guess that means there is no happily ever after for me.
One more thing I forgot to mention. This prison isn't made of stone, or metal bars, or giant cell doors. This prison is made of flesh and bone. That's right. My prison, is my body. Then that means there is no escape. No real escape anyway, maybe if I can slip away quietly. Would anyone notice I was gone? Would anyone even care? I want to try and leave, anything is better than living in this hell.
Dear Diary,
I will miss you.
(I hope that doesn't break any rules. I didn't see anywhere saying it had to be a physical prison.)
Words in red are what I added or changed.
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