Ugh. Prison sucks. The schedule is so stupid. In the mornings, we have to wake up at 6:00 a.m., eat breakfast, and then go work in some work out site for two hours. After that, we get 30 minutes of eating lunch. During the afternoon, we work three more hours, guard in prison, get time in the prison yard, and then get dinner at 5:00. Next, we have classes from 6:00-7:00 for different programs. I got assigned to the anger management program. We then go back to our dorm, sit there, and in the end, we take our one shower of the day, brush our teeth, the lights go out, and we go to sleep.
That just annoys the hell outta me. Oh and I forgot to mention, around the dorm time, our families gets to visit us. Except me. Because of me, everyone started loathing my family for something I, me only, did. So I was the only person in this whole prison whose family wasn't allowed to visit me. So that didn't get counted in my schedule.
I do, at least, have one friend in this whole stinking prison. Her name is Sabrina, just like me, Sabrina Radics. Everyone calls her S.R. though. We became best friends around the first day I was assigned here. Around a year ago, we begged to become roommates. The police guards said no at first, but after being well convinced we wouldn't try to escape and make a big scene (as if, I hate just watching myself standing there in the prison yard on camera) they had a second scratchy wood bed be delivered to my cell so she could sleep there. She had dark brown wavy hair and brown eyes. She somewhat painfully reminded of Daphne. She was like a sister to me too.
Though my family couldn't visit me in person, they were still allowed to write to me. They'd always write about how they missed me, and once Puck sent me a letter without them knowing. He confessed he did miss me, and in the letter, he wrote something that looked like it was shakily written. He told me he loved me. My heart ached when I read that. I so wanted to hear him say that in person.
Being in prison, I can only use the T.V. once a day. We can use it before bedtime. I just see the news. It's the one thing we're allowed to see, and it pisses me off. It's the same story: This person just got divorced with this person and big fights were in their apartment. Except it doesn't say this person. It says this Everafter, the worst part of it all. Then I'd shut the T.V. off. Despite all of it though, I'm proud. I hate prison, but it was worth it. More than one hundred and sixty thousand people out there are the ones that should be sorry, not me. Those people should be sorry that they haven't been honest with their family. They can be ashamed, not me.
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