Memoirs of a Condemned Man

Memoirs of a Condemned Man

3:00 pm

I can’t believe it. I only have an hour to live. Oh God! What will I do? God, what will I do! Actually, there isn’t really anything much that you could do, but to watch the clock and wait for the time to arrive. Time really flies when you’re thinking too much. Just a few minutes ago, I swear that the clock’s small hand is only pointing at 2. I really feel like vomiting. God, why did you let this happen to me. Do I really deserve to die? I don’t want my life to end like this. All the pain… all the embarrassment… I wish that I’m already dead. I’m too young to die. All the things that I still want to do, all the things that I have to do. Oh God, I still want to see my children grow up. I want to see how my grandchildren would look like. Would my kids be embarrassed to be associated to me? Would my kids tell stories to their kids about me? I wish I had been a better example for them. I don’t want them to grow up like me. I wish I had spent some more time with them. Oh God, how I wish I could embrace them one last time. ..