People said I’d end up in a jail. It just took longer than they expected. I couldn’t blame everyone for thinking that way. I was always a down-and-outer getting in trouble with the law. The paper people were forever hassling me and perfectionists threatening to lock me up. I never listened to them, though. I should have. If I had I wouldn’t be doing time now, eating lumpy food and showering with every murderer who’s been on the six o’clock news.
You can’t imagine what it’s like. It’s nothing live TV. Living in a cold tomb is one way of describing it. Not living at all is another. The worst thing is everything’s grey – floors, walls, doors, uniforms, meals. And especially hope. Making me feel like black is the brightest colour
But that’s not what you’re interested in. You want to know why I’m in jail. Well, everyone has a story and I’ll share mine with anyone who wants to listen to the truth. I suppose start talking to me.
Every swear word in the Devil’s dictionary curled round my tongue, so let's start it with a dirty vibe.


It’s now for you to judge if I’m a sinner or a saint

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The name's Anne I tend to be mean but I'm not rude
I have an attention span and memory span of a goldfish so sorry in advance
I have this condition called "selective hearing", so If I didn't answer or respond to you means my medical condition filters bullshit and idiotic comments.
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