Marrisa Bonifacio
It's been three months, three f*****g months of tears, pain, and agony. I was framed. I had nobody and my baby has been struggling to survive in this prison.
Every f*****g day I was made to do different hard jobs, washing the toilet, cutting hard grasses, pushing waste bins, no care no attention from any loved ones I'm tired and sick of this kind of life, this is not the life I want for my baby especially not in this kind of environment
I am sure my parents are worried about me, probably they would think I'm dead or something, and this is all Robert's fault, I so much hate that man, I hate his life, everything about it irritates me and I promise him a payback.
If I'm ever going to live this hell of a prison, I own Roberts's life and will be the one to ruin a
