hey what do you call it when a criminal doesn't want to leave prison because he doesn't think he'll reconfigure into society as expected.
I remember reading about that somewhere. I get that feeling alot when I'm about to go back home. Its like I want to because I want my personal freedoms and shit like that back but I don't because theres too much shit. Too many people, too many words, things move too fast. Its like a mild anxiety or something. Its like going back into a different world where I'm a different person, one that doesn't matter I can't think as much and do as much because I feel stifled all the fucking time.
Its hard to explain. Not exactly like being a shut in and almost like being a hermit. Its like going immediately from an environment I can easily understand and control to an extent to one with so many variables I stop giving a fuck and feel powerless. I feel like I'm getting my wings clipped or something.
DEUCE: MEETING THE URINE UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL AND REALIZING IT'S JUST LIKE ME AND MY PREJUDICES THIS WHOLE TIME WERE COMPLETELY FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PTTTTHTHTHH GOD IT'S EVERYWHERE<br />DEUCE: FUCK THIS TASTES LIKE PISS<br />PANTS: WHERE IT SHOULD TASTE LIKE COTTON CANDY OR PICKLES<br />DEUCE: OR AT LEAST LIKE URINE NOT PISS