tbonqui
Guilty. With that very word that came out of the Jurors mouth, i was labeled. I was a convict. There was no escaping the very crime that occured--convicting the wrong man. My life could never be the same. I was a convict, and that was that. No person would ever be able to look at me the same way. I will never get a job, or a wife. If i get out.
It's that thing that you used to love, but no longer can. When you've lost all hope, and there is nothing left. The thing you were once so passionate about becomes nothing but a hassle, and it is nothing but a chore. It is desperation, it is anger, it is disappointment.