I thought I was cool at first and then reality hit when it came to my birthday. Not hearing anybody say ‘Happy birthday’, I didn’t tell anyone, though. Not being able to see my kids on my birthday, it was AWFUL, it was the longest I’ve been away from my kids. I mean things couldn’t have been worse….. Then Christmas came.

I am a family person, my family is everything! Being locked up 22 hours a day around Christmas time, waiting 30 minutes to get on the phone, and then someone jumps the queue. Speaking to my kids on the phone was the best Christmas present ever.

As time goes on, days go fast, I spend most of my time behind my door, time goes quicker. As I see people leave, with a smile on my face, I think to myself ‘it’s one person closer to my release date’.

4 walls, nothing to do….this cell stinks of you

Time in prison to me is time to think of what we had and what we miss. This is by far the hardest thing I have ever done in my life.

I do so much thinking, I don’t have much else to think about, life is so boring in here. I feel it’s a form a torture – slamming my behind a door for a whole year, no word can describe this place.

Each cell has its own unique smell. I mean, if they bottled a cell smell, I could identify whose it is. These 4 same walls drive me crazy, so I cover them all up with pictures of my family. 8 months done, 4 months left, I can’t wait to get out of this mess.

I do not think about the outside world. I have realised it’s the best thing to do, otherwise the jail will just break you.

By William