Dear Diary,

I'm still stuck here in this dark and gloomy trap, which other people like to call it, a prison cell. All I can see right now is a hole in the ground (a toilet), one thin sheet (a bed), and metal bars hiding me away from the rest of the world. The worst thing is that im separated from my amazing family, that just makes the whole situation worse. I hope they're all doing well, but how would I know because I've been here for nearly 3 years now, its so depressing. Someone please come and save me...