No real answers

• Last night the power went out for several hours. Laying in the darkness, for a short while I thought for sure that there was going to be a fight, rape, or something, but there was nothing of the kind. After my nerves settled I got a drink of water and had a long conversation with Game about why God has us here and why He doesn't let us go. I still don't have any real answers except to say that God loves us no matter where we are and has promised us future blessings. It was a really cool conversation to have, knowing I'm not the only one with those thoughts.
  
  All weekend I was hoping C. would come so I could see her gorgeous smile and talk about events with Diego. By 2:30 on Sunday afternoon I figured that she wasn't coming. I was so happy when they called me for a visit at 2:45! She was in a much better mood this time and as beautiful as ever. C. was embarrassed a couple of times, once by me calling her beautiful and another when Mrs. Owens told me that C. wasn't allowed to touch my arm. Silly lady. It hurt so much to see her go out the door after our hug. Now I'm the one who feels alone after we part and has to just go inside to my boring prison life.
  
  I'm still praying daily for my release from this place or for God to go ahead and show me what He wants to use me for while I am in here. There's so much stupidity and immaturity in here for me to continue to put up with for much longer. An example is the guy who wants to teach me how to lockpick so I can break into vending machines. Crazy!