This morning.

I share a room with 4 others, no-one but me hasn't spent multiple years in prison before arriving here.

Coping skills are brittle and when stresses escalate it tends to go from zero to 100 in a second. Then follows a kind of Kabuki theatre of multilayered verbal violence, bids for validation really. Knock the fuck out is met with stab you in your sleep. Ugly theatre and it's impressive that while things may be broken the protagonists never touch. I walk away.

I've been feeling painfully alienated of late. I now see it can be useful.