a sad excuse for a prison
As we speak (or write, I guess), I am a prisoner. And yes, if that would sound like a very angsty/emo introduction if I didn't mean it quite so literally. I Yes, it's true. I am stuck inside 4 walls and a roof, behind a locked door, and with no way to get out. My apartment-mates left for work this morning and, forgetting that I dont leave earlier than them on wednesdays, locked the door from the outside once they left. Unfortunately for me, my key won't open it from the inside once this happens. So I am stuck. I am supposed to go to work in an hour. I called one of the guys and he is coming to open up once he gets off of work, so maybe I will make it out on time. These things only really happen to people like me.
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you should have climbed down the gutter from your balcony...