Meals

I wanted to live somewhere where I was appreciated. I love what I did and thought people would applaud for me. I created a new way of living and I get treated like a leaper. Some of these people committed crimes that aren’t that big, but I loved all of those women. They helped me in ways they’ll never know. I guess that’s what happens when you choose your meals in advanced. Oh well there’s nothing I can do know. They’re gone, I’m here and nothing can happen to me now. I get three meals a day, a bed, rec time, free time and even quite time. Some people think about what they’re gonna do when they get out, but I don’t have to worry about that. I’m here for life and I’m OK with that. I don’t regret anything I’ve done. They were wonderful women, I’m glad I had them.

Author's Note: I know It's really short but I figured keeping it short would be best.