I will call her today. First waking thought. It has been six months. It is a strange feeling. Life goes on like nothing happened and nothing happens. I look at the same wall every day and I haven’t had a visitor in 5 months. People are distancing themselves from me even my own mother. I walk in the same quad every day with the same people. I’m done soon; I’ve almost served my sentence. Even in the short time I have left; I do not think I could have done anything different. I will call her today, and tell her that I love her and that I will see her in the afterlife. She must listen. I’m a death row inmate and I know now how to die.
