17 Saturday 4 August, 6.35pm.
It’s hard to sleep in a place like this, but there’s not a whole lot else I can do. If I try to stay awake, my brain takes over with all sorts of thoughts.
I try to remain level-headed and logical. I know I just need to let this take its course. We’re always told we can trust the justice system to come good in the end. I just hope the end is close.
I’ve been doing some relaxation techniques to try and sleep, or at least keep my mind clear and relaxed. Getting worked up and emotional isn’t going to help — I know that — but it’s easier said than done.
The shouting and yelling from the nearby cells makes it a lot harder to keep calm. Judging by the noise, I’m guessing there’s been some sort of football-related violence.
As I try to block it out, I’m jolted b
