LONELINESS

I came to be incarcerated during the Covid lockdowns. My (adopted) city, Chicago, was in the thick of things during this time. I got a little carried away and continued my 'looting'. That brings me to now. Sitting in segregation (well, standing actually, as I stand to write on the empty Top Bunk in my cell due to no desk for me to use) writing my first Blog entry.

The author feels lonely, unwanted, and unattractive. He wonders with 7.5 billion women in the world, why nobody wants him.

There's no doubt that at some point in life one may have this overwhelming feeling of failure. Maybe its anxiety about the unforseen future,...

It feels as each day that goes by it gets harder and more lonley. It feels good to talk to people outside these walls...

I would love to have new pen-pals to draw stuff for... all shapes, sizes, colors, n creeds accepted. i'm barbie and you can email...

The following is a poem that I wrote after talking to someone that was clearly holding back on what was causing his pain and...

As I lay here, I can only help but think bout all the things I been thru since bein in here. The heart breaks,...

oh how i sit and ponder in deep marination, why is it so hard to find a sophisticated, philosophical, intelecutal woman who is willing...