Cocooned, thats what I am now. Isolated, insulated. Alone but content. I barely speak...no one to talk to and no reason to say anything. My voice is sort of atrophied, unsure of itself as a result when I do speak. I don't want to be harsh, I don't want to offend. Like when I was a kid...I didn't want to fight; not for fear of being hurt, but for fear of hurting.
Letter from Taylor...good to hear from her, didn't know how she would take me coming to jail right after we reestablished communique online. She is smart and strong. I am glad for this. I hope we can actually have a father/daughter relationship someday.