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The days went by in complete blurs to Jaden; she couldn't remember month or the date, even the time. She felt as if she were trapped in some kind of timeless world, but then again, that's what prison was. Yet, she never felt this way before while staying in prison. Things just didn't feel right for her--she knew things weren't right.
There was a time when she used to be happy; a time when she actually woke up ready and energetic for the day, but those memories seemed so long ago. Happiness couldn't last for her; it just wasn't possible. The realist side of her mind was basically telling her, "I told you so. Now its time to move on," but deep down, she felt as if part it was her fault.
She hated feeling sorry for herself--she had promised herself a long time ago never to get caught up in emotions. Emotions only led to more mental pain. But now here she was, once again going against her own personal promises. If she couldn't even keep a promise to herself, how could she rationally do anything right anymore?
She slowly walked down the familiar halls of the prison, feelings of hate and pity for herself rising. She felt pathetic. She'd let her heart lead her life and now her morals were upside down. "Fucking brilliant," She mumbled, sliding down to the floor. "Just brilliant."
