Imagine having to go eat food after smelling it all day. Also your clothes stained by it and the smell never leaves them, even if they are washed. My hands and fingers are full of blisters and ache as I swing the aggie up and down. It s 105 degrees in the air and sweat runs down my face, back. I m so broke down and hot and tired.
Every day is a chore to face.
I can t wait to be out of here. I dread it cause everything is a chore, I feel as if I ve been belittled, beat down and worthless. I ve been broken and I feel I have learned to become a better person by it. I curl up in a ball hoping for all of this to be over. I left it and remember it.