I'm hopeless. Miserable. Cold. Help.

Prison is a place for criminals....people who kill, who loot, who steal and soon. I never really knew why I had the fate to end up here....especially when I really didn't have any memory of what I had done to get here. But after release, the stares, the disgusted expressions, the mere look of loath was enough for me to know that I would never again fit back into the society. And of course, I had to find out the reason why I went to that ugly place.... I hoped things would get better...but it never did..... It never did......