Bread. That's how I got here. Everyday is exactly the same. Metal bars and concrete walls staring down menacingly at me. I get the occasional dose of disgusting food that in my mind is vegetables gone wrong.
The funny thing is that I'll get out of here in a week because I'm a minor so d I don't have to be trapped in this crammed cell for as long. But being in here has given me time to think. Was it worth it ? For a loaf of bread? Yes it was, I was starving and it wasn't as if the parliament were going to give out money for free. That's what I thought. But it wasn't always like this ....
