Dear diary,
Today is my 246th day in prison. The food so far has been HORRIBLE, the chicken has been boiled to whiteness. The vegetables has boiled to tastelessness. Don't get me started on the rice and noodles. The activities are so boring. They make us play basketball, and with my height, I can't even shoot and reach the basketball hoop. They make us clean the toilet. What to they take us for, cleaners? We are the world's deadliest people and they make us clean toilets? They should be fearing us, but with the attitude they give us, they are looking to meet their maker! However, most of us in the prison has realized the stupidity of what we've done and want to turn a new leaf. However, are we given the chance to show our regret? No! The prison guards treat us like we are rubbish. They joke and tease about us, spit in our face, and we can't do anything back! I hate life here. I can't wait to get out of the prison and live life like a normal person. I want to see my loved ones again, and this time not separated by the clear glass. However, i still have 369 more days more! Hope it'll go pass fast. I should find something I like doing, for as they say, time flies when we're having fun! Hope that time will fly from now on and not move like a snail running a 20km marathon. Perhaps I should never have joined that gang. Perhaps I should never have gone with the others on that outing, where they attacked a teenager. Perhaps the I had this coming, mixing with the bad company really did not do me good. I wished I had a time machine and could turn back time and did something smarter and more meaningful. However, it's too late to regret now. All I can do is to continue living a life that abides by the laws, and find better company. As they say, " crime never pays! " I finally realized what this meant. How foolish I was!
Signing off,
Bob Martin.
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