Hello. It's me, Choromatsu. I'm currently in Egypt. I heard that pieces of shit were more popular, so I tried being one, and... I was arrested. I'm scared. I didn't want to be held prisoner by anything anymore, so I left Japan, and now I'm literally a prisoner. Life's pretty funny isn't it? But some good things came out of this. I don't have time to think about anything other than eating, going to the bathroom, and sleeping, so I don't let the little things get me down. There's no envy, no self-loathing, and no hope. And because there's no hope, I'm in a lovely state where there's also no despair. I don't know how much happier I am being a prisoner physically versus being one mentally, but the fact that I'm thinking this way might be a sign that I'm still a prisoner. I shouldn't feel trapped, but I do, but I also feel trapped by the fact that I don't feel trapped over feeling trapped. What the hell am I even saying? I feel like I might go insane. Anyway I'm going to try to live life without being held prisoner by anyone.