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Big Brother Alumni: Matty McDonald’s time in the slammer… to whom it may concern..

To Whom It May Concern…
Posted by: Matty McDonald | 12/25/2011

I’ve sat down and tried to write this very letter to you so many different times now, without succeeding, that I’ve honestly lost count. I guess I really didn’t know where to begin…or better yet…what to even say. I mean it’s been so long since…what…twenty some odd months that I’ve been away. Although it may feel like the time has flown by thus far, as I sit and look back, I realize that I have missed out on so much. It kills me inside to even think about…especially now…since the holidays are upon us and once again I’m going to be absent…I guess I’ve been feeling a certain way. Instead of keeping all of this ***** bottled up as per usual, I figured now is as good a time as any to say what’s been on my mind…

I miss you…plain and simple. I have missed you since the very day that the Feds slapped the cuffs on me and took me away from the world. I don’t even think it’s possible for you to fathom the pain I feel inside every second I’m gone. You know, I always joke around with a few of my roommates in saying that every day I spend in here, I feel as if a little piece of my soul is chipped away. Chip…chip…chip…by the time I get out, there’s not going to be much left of me. I usually laugh it off with them and carry on this facade…like it doesn’t phase me…like this place ain’t *****…when in all reality that’s exactly what this place is…***** *****…

Truth be told, sometimes it really does feel as if a small piece of me literally dies every single day I spend locked up…away from friends, away from family, away from the world…away from you. They say that time heals all wounds, but this ***** is far too deep. I figured as time passed, this would get easier, I’d grow more numb, the holidays would mean less…I could brush it off, like I’ve always done so easily with everything else. I was wrong. Time has healed nothing. If anything, it has merely added to the stress of being away from life. It has made me miss you even more. Another holiday, another year…I feel even more disconnected with the world, more left out, more forgotten…with each day that passes, I am that much further from your thoughts, further from you. Out of sight…out of mind right? *****, this is tough, but then again I’m tough. I’ll be home soon…not soon enough.

I think the worst thing for me in all of this is not doing the time or prison itself…that’s a piece of cake…it’s the feeling of being left out…feeling like the world has forgotten about me. That’s what really ***** me up on the inside. I had never experienced such a thing when I was a free man. I was always in the loop with everything and everyone. I certainly never had to worry about being forgotten in any way. I never had to question my self worth or if I mattered. Boy, how times have changed…***** reality check that’s for sure. Being in prison is what I imagine death to be like…minus the dying part. The whole thing where loved ones cry for three days…then keep moving on with their own lives. Life goes on…with or without Matthew Michael McDonald. It’s scary to think about death, but *****, if it’s like this I’m well prepared in that aspect. That’s how I feel each day…like I’m stuck in limbo…helpless to anyone in the real world. I merely wait…for my release…for an email…for a ***** letter…any sign that you acknowledge that I’m not dead…I’m very much alive. It’s all waiting in here. I get to wait while I witness everyone, including you, move forward with their lives…happily I might add…without yours truly. No man knows my pain unless they’ve walked in my shoes.

Prison has definitely been a ***** wake up call for me…that’s for sure. I was once out there, where you are right now, world by the balls…not a care in the world. Now I’m on the inside…sweating little things like emails or letters, waiting, while wondering at all, during each day you if ever think of me as I do you. It’s pretty ***** up when I think about it, to wonder if I ever cross your mind. Time and distance do some tricky ***** huh? I’m not used to not having control, not having the upper hand in life. I guess if I never put myself in this situation, I would have gone on living a lie. I’d still think that certain people who were once in my life were genuine, not riding along for ulterior motives, merely friends in disguise. I’ve come to learn that with friends…it’s quality, not quantity that really matters. I’m actually pretty lucky in that aspect. I can honestly say that there’s a few friends in my life that I know are real…who will always be there for me, whether it’s sunny skies or rain…and I am grateful for that. The rest well…like I said…out of sight, out of mind. I’ll be out of here in a few months. I’m still anxious to see who tries to weasel their way back into my life when they see me doing better than before. When the time I spent away will start to get fuzzy…they won’t remember any of that…and I wont remember them. Maybe time has made me jaded.

For the full article: Matty McDonald’s blog