Answer:im not really sure if this helps but...
1832:the end
I suppose they expect me to write that I'm innocent. They expect me to repeat the words I've repeated for the past decade. It's strange, now that there is no going back I had imagined feeling many ways, but not calm. I've played the Game of Life and I lost, and in an hour or two I'll be gone. I imagined that I'd spend those hours screaming, kicking, shouting and making sure the world knows that I'm innocent. Truth is that I want to enjoy these final two hours. In the end, it wasn't a bad life and there are many who do not get the chance to say goodbye to the world. Some would say that's kindness, but I like the world and leaving it will hurt me more than anything.
This day is not mine, it's the day of the victims,the day they get their justice. They see my death as the answer to the question, and while the answer is wrong, it's good enough. In a sick twisted way I hope my trial gives them the power to move on. I accept that I'm their devil, and while the true face of evil is still out there, I hope he never rears his head and they can die thinking they had their vengeance.