I haven't talked in a while.

I had the most wonderful night last night. Yet, tonight even after having a great evening conversing with friends I'm left crying.
How do you help you mother understand, and accept that the next 15 years of her sons life will be spent in prison. A trashcan fire that did no damage, will cause me to be 47 before I see daylight again. How do you help anyone understand it? I can't accept it myself, an yet I think I've accepted it better than anyone that's heard it. They know I'm innocent though. I will rot in prison because I "look" guilty. Someone with dreadlocks, several tattoos and piercings, must be guilty. I'd love to finish this eloquently, but I'm upset... Signing off.