i have a friend in prison. she took something that didn't belong to her. what it was isn't important. could've been money, could've been a man, could've been a life. she's paying now. it isn't important.
i trusted this woman. still do. i'd still let her into my house. when i'm asleep. or not home. she is very dear to me because she is a yin to my yang. i know many people through support groups and group therapy that have the same problems i have. all of her problems are the exact opposite. and i can appreciate that. she's amazing. i would crush in her circumstance.
this woman had to do something that i will never ever be faced with. ever. and she caved a little. and because of this, she did something wrong. i knew it was wrong, she knew it was wrong, G*d knew it was wrong... everyone is in agreement: it was WRONG!
but she admitted it. and i admire her for her strength. how sad that people look down on her now that she's doing time. she could've gotten away with it, but she didn't. she had the balls to say: look, i fucked up. i was struggling and i screwed up bad.
now i love her more than ever. i can relate to her even more. because at one time, i was struggling. and i fucked up. bad.
