So, life in the UGH. What's it all about? So far I've managed to keep myself out of trouble, and managd to make a couple of friends - of course, I know it's foolish to trust anyone completely in a place like this.

My first friend - Sam, he was my cellmate, we clicked instantly since we both smoked. He opened my eyes to a lot of things and he was kind of fun to be around. The dick abandoned me for Sword though - not bitter or anything, just annoyed that he up and left me alone in the cell. He's currently in the Infirmary, from what I hear, his injuries were pretty bad. I should pay him a visit.

My second friend - Norman. It took my awhile to build up the guts to actually talk to him. Beewatching him from a distance since I arrived. He's pretty neat ad a decent seeming guy. He makes me laugh and he makes me smile, something that not a lot of people can do. I really enjoy being around him. So much that I asked to be moved into his cell ♥

I've cut down on cigarettes. One, because I can't afford them, and two, I just don't feel like smoking so much. I feel better for it, and my hair doesn't get as greasy!

Norman? Wanna hang out sometime? I miss you, and I could really do with a haircut.

Squall Loire Leonhart. You. Are. An. Idiot.

Enough said.

Seifer... can I see you? I need to see you. Please?

Hey Seifer, when do you want your gift?

Hey Seifer?

That offer of sex on the pool table? Does it still stand?

I hate you so much right now! Why didn't you just tell me you weren't interested in me instead of letting me fall in love with you? Why didn't you tell me from the start that I wasn't good enough for you instead of letting me think I stood a chance?!

I gave you all I had to give and gave up all that you didn't like about me! What more could I have done?!

My ribs still hurt, but at least they're not broken, that's something to be thankful for I suppose. The chest belt the doctors gave me seems to be working.

Hmmm... Seems my suprise from Seifer was a cell to myself... fun times.

Kuja... Get better soon! It's not the same without you around. I got some books for you, for when you get out of the Infirmary, I wasn't really sure what you liked so I got a selection.

I feel invisible... Why don't you see me? I'm right there and yet you seem to look right through me.

Who knew things could go from great to disastrous so quickly? I think I cracked a rib and my ass is hurting so bad. But my injuries are nothing compared to those of Seifer and Zell. Wish the damn guards would let me visit the Infirmary, though I don't know what I'd say to either of them.

My God... my back, my ass... I ache so bad. And I am so unbelievably tired. Seifer! If there's any permanent damage, I'm holding you responsible, okay sweetcheeks?

... Although... up for a repeat performance sometime?

I'm certainly feeling a lot more relaxed, probably from burning off excess sexual tension or something? ... whatever... Speaking of which Norman is DAMN good at his job, certainly worth the money - and I'm not talking about getting my hair cut.

I need a hobby that doesn't involve smoking or drugs, I'm trying to stay clean. Any ideas what I can do in this rat hole?

So it seems I was wrong about my cellmate. He's not an annoying bastard - he's not even that much of a moron. He's a fucking perv though

So far I seem to be getting on okay with him, we haven't tried to kill each other yet, so that's a positive start.

I can't believe I'm stuck in this shithole for life... Really doesn't look like a Hotel to me... more like a rat pit.

I have a cell mate... I've yet to meet him - knowing my luck he'll be an annoying bastard.

Whatever... I'm stuck here, might as well make the most of it.