For many people it's a strange experience, being sent to a borstal. But not me. I've been here before. I suppose there's only one difference between now and when I was last here. Love. When I was here less than a year ago, my life was full to the brim with hate. I hated everyone and everything, my 'family' and 'friends' in particular. I put them in apostrophes because they did nothing to earn the title, to be honest. Most of all I hated myself for being such a damn fool. So now I'm back in here I realise that the only thing that's keeping me from going completely insane is the presence of love. You see, over the last year so much has changed. I've found out what it means to be loved unconditionally, and I've learned how to love. I've discovered hope for the future. And it's an incredible feeling.

Maybe I'd better start from the beginning…

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