Joining corrections while trying to be a good person...

I did a lot of good things, but it got to be too much. Too much boredom, too much horror, too many bodies, too much corruption, too useless of a union.

I had to release the reason I was there. The waste of humanity that almost raped my mother who also raped and damn near killed a friend.

When he killed someone and I had information that would make people look bad... So the corruption and threats got worse and I knew if I stayed I would become something I never wanted to be.

... I learned quite a bit and wasted several years of my life for nothing but a tainted soul, a cruel look at the reality of the world and PTSD.

I have tremendous respect for those that can do it well and retain themselves, but they are becoming few and far between and things only seem to be getting worse on the inside.

No matter what I do I still feel as though I have an innocent girls blood on my hands but at least I have time and the inclination to move forward.