What to say......
One cannot dismiss the fact that it gets lonely in here as you know. There's not much to do, being confined in a tiny cell. But I do get access to the library in preparation to represent myself.
Coming back once again and as I've told you many times, to my earliest memories, nothing of extreme importance there but one detail which is I would say embarrasing.
I never had my own private space growing up as a young boy. Not even a bed. I had to sleep on the couch with this tiny little pillow, which was a part of that same couch. To make the matters worse, it was in a state of almost breaking down. I was ashamed when my few friends would come and see that.
Well it lasted up until I was 18 and moved away. You can imagine what such sleeping conditions do to a young developing child. Whole lot of health issues.
This I am always resentful of.
Coming back once again and as I've told you many times, to my earliest memories, nothing of extreme importance there but one detail which is I would say embarrasing.
I never had my own private space growing up as a young boy. Not even a bed. I had to sleep on the couch with this tiny little pillow, which was a part of that same couch. To make the matters worse, it was in a state of almost breaking down. I was ashamed when my few friends would come and see that.
Well it lasted up until I was 18 and moved away. You can imagine what such sleeping conditions do to a young developing child. Whole lot of health issues.
This I am always resentful of.
