10th January, 2161
Dear Diary,
Not much has changed in the past couple of days. I've just been sleeping and the guards have tried to force me to eat, to no avail.
Some interesting news however, is I discovered by overhearing the guards say something about them not being able to hold anymore prisoners and I therefore make the total of a 100 juvenile delinquents.
I assume anyone else under the age of eighteen will get floated given the lack of space and I have no doubt that will cause an uproar in itself. They can take my place any day. I am here purely by association, and nothing else. It makes me wonder how many others here are also in that position.
The other piece of information I have for lack of better news is that now I've been here a month, I apparently am allowed to have one hour day in the designated prison area of the mess hall. I never even knew it existed. I'm not even sure if I want that hour, or if I just want to sleep it away because the pain of reality is still far too much to bare.
Nothing will be like it was, and maybe I should tell my story in here. Before it got bad. Before nothing felt right. Maybe that will help heal me, or damage me more reliving my apparent previous seamless life, who knows.
Anyway, I think a guards coming to either tell me to eat, or allow me to go down to the mess hall, both of which today I will likely decline.
Until next time.
Clarke.