Letter to my Miss
Dear Miss, Heey honey, it's me. I don't know whether I still qualify to call you such sweet words after what happened. I write to you as I sit on my bed surrounded by three walls and a thick grill for a door. I thought I would have handled it for a few years, but it's months and I can feel as if my life is crumbling on me. Life in prison has got to be the hardest ever. Right now I wish I remained poor than trying to get rich illegally. I wish I still remained in my small business. It still fed me even if it provided less. I'm making regrets & noting them down on the wall beside my bed. First of all I have a confession to make. I'm sorry for not telling you what I was up to. Maybe all this could have been avoided from the beginning. Maybe I couldn't be writing this letter from where I am. Maybe I would be writing a different letter than what I'm writing. I was never like this from the beginning. I had viewed my life with you from a different persp...