Headcanon: Because male fairies canonically give birth, they have vaginas and uteruses while female's have penises and nut sacks. How are you gonna give birth if you have a penis? There would be nothing for the baby to pop out off.

TW: Disturbing Language, Abuse (entire fanfic)

June 11th-

So, come to find out, the prison lets us keep journals to promote mental health and well-being, but I don't buy that shit for one second. They're only saying that so they don't have to keep a close eye on fairies that end up on the suicidal ward. They don't give a shit about us. They just want to keep all of u out of there as long as possible.

Well, it's not like I have much to complain about though. Writing in this journal is the only thing that keeps me sane at this point. I haven't been able to get up sleep since the prisoners here have periods of screaming and mental breakdowns. Heh..you know, they all kind of sound like Linnie whenever he doesn't get his way, and he sure as hell sounded like that when I confronted him last. I wonder what he's wasting his life on now. Probably cheating on me with that Yolonda bitch. What a damn hypocrite.

Before you ask, yes I did get beaten already. I told a prisoner they couldn't have my lunch since I was starving and I just saw her shovel down hers like it's her last meal, and she punched the shit out of me, so right now, I'm writing this with a black eye. Not to mention, we had some outdoor time for a little bit since the guards seemed to be in a somewhat good mood, and this bitch wedgied me and let me hang on top of the racquetball pole until one of the guards came to get me. Fucking bitch..what is this? The third grade? Well if we're going to stick to third grade tactics, then at this point, I wish it were possible for me to give her a fucking swirlie.

Besides the writing, the only thing keeping me sane is the memories that I have with Linnie, and contemplating the many ways he could get arrested. Speaking of swirlies, I remember this one time he had talked back to me about his third pregnancy, and when he was busy throwing up (and when I found out), to teach him, I stuck his little head into the toilet, where all that purple vomit and shit floated, and flushed the toilet in his face. Man, hearing him gargle in the water was almost as satisfying as listening to him gargle my nut sack when we were dating. Damn, I should've told him to swallow. Maybe then we wouldn't be stuck with the 3 brats I have now.

My cellmate, believe it or now, doesn't really bother me that much. I lucked out and got someone smaller than me, so I'm head honcho of my cell, the top bunk. Every week now, I told her that she was responsible for cleaning our clothes and bed sheets through the toilet, and it was 10 punches for every time she cleaned incorrectly. I'm not a patient person. I don't have time to correct people's screw ups. You have to learn how to do things right the first time. That's what my parents have always taught me.

It'll be lights out soon so I gotta end things soon, but I can't sleep knowing that Linnie isn't getting the justice he deserves. Maybe he didn't lay a damn finger on me (not that it would matter, he's too weak), and maybe he never touched me sexually, but honestly, I think he was just as abusive as I was. The way he would constantly talk back and yell as if I didn't matter. As if he wanted nothing more than to get away from me. Honestly, he deserved to be here just as much as I am. I'm no angel but at least I take responsibility for my actions. But I'm convinced the world is kissing Linnie's ass at this point. I just hope he knows that there's a special place in hell waiting for him.

-Nora