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"When did you feel, Pretty?"
" I felt the prettiest when I was with them, and only them."
"I'm only a fool for you, And maybe you're too good for me, I'm only a fool for you, But I don't fucking care, at all, oh" -IDFC by blackbear.
October 7, 7:30pm —-3 days until the execution—
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Why is life such an overwhelming feeling? Living shouldn't feel like a chore, it shouldn't feel like a 9-5 job that if you wake up too late for, you'll get punished. Life should be an experience where when you finally have to lay down and slumber away until death comes, you can give yourself a pat on the back and say 'I did that shit'.
I let my eyes rest and I relaxed my tired body on what I imagine a bed of white and red roses. I feel my hair fall over the edge of something and my hands lay arrest on my chest. My breathing is steady and my mind is calm. Calm for once. If I felt like lying then I would say that this tranquil feeling is a repetitive thing for me but I despise liars so the truth is, the word 'calm' does not exist for me anymore.
