I'm homesick, I'm going to get out of prison, I'm going home.

These friends in my prison are all trapped here, and they can't go home, and I'm not the only one who is sad, everyone is very sad, and they can't go back home.

Writing in prison, I have a feeling that my writing style is more emotional, and this is indeed the case, I am in a hurry to get out of prison, and even want to escape from prison, and my writing has a kind of unpeace, and there is an outward emotion.

I don't know how many prisoners in the country love literature as much as I do, and there are so many prisoners in prison, who can like words as much as I do?

I was not used to eating in prison, and I could not ask the master on the stove to open a small stove for me according to my own ideas, so I ate tasteless meals with other convicts every day. What I pursue is a high-quality life, eating can not only fill the stomach, eating bran can also fill the stomach, eating, to pay attention to a delicious, color, flavor and flavor can make people eat comfortably.

When I was in politics, I ate different foods every day, and I developed a habit of eating food, and food is also one of my big hobbies. But I'm in prison now, and during my time there's not very much to eat or drink, and I find my life suddenly boring.

I would like to publish some articles in the magazine, preferably the largest magazine in the country, with the largest sales ∟ □, the greatest influence, the greatest popularity, and the largest journal awards. But I don't know if a prisoner like me can publish an article. Is there such a rule: people in prison are not allowed to submit articles and cannot publish articles?

I'm not sure, I'm not sure if the magazine will reject a prison article. I've robbed other people's property, stolen jewelry, kidnapped elementary school students, abducted children, and my past is full of bad records. I have committed too many sins, and even many times in prison have not been able to correct some of my bad faults, as if I was born to be a prisoner, and I was born to be a prisoner all my life. I'm a prisoner.

I had a bad butt and got a pimple on my butt and sat in a chair. Butt hurts. I went to the doctor, and the doctor said that I might have been in prison in the past, and there was a time when I was in prison, and I was sitting on the damp, cold and cold ground, and I hated that time, and when I thought about that time, my body trembled, and I remembered that time. My heart was full of hatred, I hated, I hated that time. It must have been that time when I had a bad ass.

The doctor told me about my buttocks, and he wanted me to have surgery to treat my buttocks, but I didn't want to because the doctor said he was going to cut off half of my buttocks. In that case, my ass won't be complete. I'm going to be a half-assed person, and I'll have even more low self-esteem.

I'm a heinous prisoner, I'm already very inferior, if I cut off half of my ass again, how inferior will I be?

I was reluctant to have surgery. In order to save my butt, I drank herbs for a long time, and it really worked, and I drank my butt well. The herbs are very bitter, and one drink the herbs. The bitterness in my mouth doesn't go away for a day, my ass should really be thankful to my mouth, but my ass can't speak, and only my mouth can speak.

For a while, I walked down the street, I didn't dare to look at people, when I talked to people, I didn't want to tell people that I was a prisoner, I didn't want others to know that I was in prison, if people knew that I was in prison, I would feel shameless, I felt that my prison experience was a stain on my life, that was my shame, I didn't want others to say that I was a prisoner.

When I'm in a good mood, I write something on paper, and when I'm in a bad mood, I write something on paper. Because I am a prisoner, my mood has always been low, I always feel that I am a person who has been suppressed, I am a person who has been beaten, I am a person who has been restricted in freedom, and this is indeed the case, I am indeed a person who has lost my freedom.

The sky I saw in prison didn't feel so blue, the clouds weren't so white, and I wasn't in the same good mood as I was when I was a child.

Prison life is boring, I hate prison, I don't want to be in prison all the time, boring.

I often watch TV dramas, watch people drink and watch people eat meat, watch people laugh, and I feel like they are so happy, when will I be able to get out of this prison, prison, prison, prison, a place that I hate so much and have to stay here.

I used to write a lot on paper, and like now, I find that in prison I have a lot of time, a lot of time, I write so many words, I write quite a lot of words, it's me who vents something, because I'm a prisoner, I'm accused in prison, I need catharsis, I need to write.

But I'm not sure that what I've written can be seen, and I don't know if my words can be read by many people, and I'm such a shameless prisoner, and many of the words I write are not beautiful, I'm so bad, I'm like stinking mud in a stinking gutter, I'm so unpopular, who wants to see sadness in my ridiculous words.

I, as a prisoner, have a trait that I like to reminisce about the past criminal times. Yes, I call a lot of the past a time of crime, and it is true, in a lot of time in the past, I have done a lot of criminal things, and those things are outrageous, they are jaw-dropping, they are angry. I won't say much, I'll just say one thing, I saw a child on the street, I took him, and then I started to contact his family and ask for money, but his family called the police, and I killed the child.

When I cut the child's head with a knife, he was crying, I cut off his head, he stopped crying, he didn't scold me, he didn't move, his head was separated from his body, and my hands were covered in blood.

I'm a murderer who makes others hate, I've killed people, when I killed people, I was scared at first, but I killed more, and I didn't even have the psychology of fear.

I found that people have a characteristic, that is, the courage of people, the more they practice, the bigger they become, if they kill bullfrogs, they dare to kill pigs, and if they kill pigs, they dare to kill people.

When I was in trouble, I went to the slaughterhouse to kill pigs, and I also killed chickens, but killing those animals was not fun. I still think it's fun to kill, and then I kill a lot of people.

I feel that this is very immoral, and I appeal that people should not kill, people should not kill, people should not hurt others in other ways, people should live in harmony with each other, people should love others.

I've killed people, I know. When I kill children, I feel fun, and when I kill old people, I feel fun, but one time, I started to regret it, and I cried bitterly. That time, I killed a woman.

The girl was only twenty-seven years old, and because I hadn't killed a twenty-seven-year-old girl, I wanted to try it. I played online games, in online games I kill people, in reality I want to imitate the means in the game.

I tortured the girl in a lot of ways, and then I killed her.

I began to regret it, and when I saw her motionless, I regretted it. I regret it, I regret it, I regret it. Her smart eyes did not move, and the beautiful voice she spoke in was inaudible. How humble I am, I let such a beautiful voice in the world stop talking, I let such beautiful eyes, stop turning, how humble I am, I let such a beautiful person, stop breathing.

The girl I killed, who was only twenty-seven years old, was an editor of a magazine, and I kidnapped her on the street, and then she sued me that she was an editor.

A lot of details, I don't want to go into too many details. I killed her, and then I went to jail. I'm still in prison, I'm a prisoner, I'm a criminal prisoner in prison.

I've begged my friends in prison, I've asked my bosom friend, I want him to strangle me with a rope while I'm asleep, forget it, I don't want to live anymore. I am sinful, I will be convicted of conscience when I live, I will be sad for one day when I live, I let so many good lives die, how humble I am. I live to allow sin to exist. I begged my bosom friends, begged them to strangle me at night, strangle me, I don't want to live, but they didn't do that, and if they did, they would be murderers.

I expect Tong Guò to die in a legal way, and I expect the police to immediately execute me and kill me in a legal way. Kill me, and there will be one less demon in this world.

When I sleep at night, I have nightmares. I don't know if there are ghosts in the world, whether there are ghosts or not, I often dream of ghosts, I have nightmares, I dream that the people I killed come to me. They asked me what to say, they asked me why I killed them, and I did not dare answer their questions. I tried to avoid them, and I said I didn't know what they asked me. It seems that when I say I don't know, I prove that I am innocent, and it seems that I can be excused because of this innocence.

At the moment I am serving my sentence in prison, I have been sentenced to death, someone will kill me in a legal way, I think it is okay like this, if I die, I will lose a demon, I am willing to die, I will die in any way, I will accept it.

I want to say sorry here to those I killed, and to the families of the deceased. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

I'm in prison, awaiting my execution, I'm about to be executed. The words I wrote on the paper were scrambled by me, this pile of paper was messed up by me, the words in the back ran to the front, and the words in front ran to the back.

I don't care, I'm about to be executed, I'm going to be shot in about a month, and it's a good thing to be able to write some words while I'm alive, at least I can leave something in the world after I die, some paintings, some words, I can't die, just leave a cold corpse.

I'm a prisoner who is about to be shot, I'm serving my sentence, and in prison, I write some heartfelt words, I write in prison, so to speak, I write before I die, and I want to say in words, to say sorry to those who died. I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have killed anyone.

I'm sorry. I was wrong. I shouldn't have killed anyone. Will anyone forgive me? (To be continued......