I feel that if I ever did adjust to prison I could by that alone never adjust to society.
My eyes my brain seek out escape routes wherever I am sent.
Paranoia is an illness I contracted in institutions. It is not the reason for my sentences to reform school and prison. It is the effect not the cause.
As long as I am nothing but a ghost of the civil dead I can do nothing.
Most important you learn never to trust a man even if he seems honest and sincere. You learn how men deceive themselves and how impossible it is to help them without injuring yourself.
One morning I woke up and was plunged into psychological shock. I had forgotten I was free.
This world is nothing. An illusion. Death is the release.