[On the heels of this. Public, except to Sam A][Posted as Ian R, but the writing is certainly not
his]
[The handwriting is sloppy, frenetic and messy, but female and slightly artistic, even with the visible strikeouts and misspellings.]
I want to go home. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I swear. I can't even fucking remember doing it, so maybe there's a mistake, because I wouldn't. I broke noses but I no I fought with people in the passed, but its been a long fucking time, and i didnt mean to kill anyone. please i dont want to go to jail, i don't. I dont like it hear. I dont want tostay here. Please I want to go home. Can I talk to Neil? Please? I want to. I'll bheave yeah I swear, if you just let me call. Or Daniel. They have money theyll pay you whatever you want I swear they will if you just call. I can give you there numbers I dont think theyd say no god please. Neil's with Chloe now but hed still help, or Daniel, even tho he's with someone too. Or listen, I'll sign something or whatever swearing I wont hurt anyone or anything and if I do you can lock me up I swear. Huh? Ok. Ok. Ill write about yeah about anything you want. ok. I didnt watn want to be a fucking burdon anymore, no thats all of it but yeah, thats mostly it. but i can go somewhere and not bother anyone yeah? i wont hurt anyone i swear i wont just let me go please let me out? i'm scared. [Here, there's a space for an ink pool that's large enough to reach the corners of the page, with differing layers of darkness, indicating the passage of time.]
i dont like it when you touch me.[Another ink splotch, and a drag of pen across the page.]