Contemplating life.
Remembering all good experiences I've had.
Crying.
Bitching about the cruelty of fate and what could've been if thing were different.
I really don't see the point of putting too much thought into it. It's not like there will be any ability to later reminisce about our last experiences and any enjoyment isn't going to be long lasting.
I think the priority for all of us that plan to CTB is that we do as much as possible to make sure that our survivors later understand that they should have no reason to feel any sorrow or guilt. To make they know that they was nothing they could have done for us and that they should blame themselves even in the slightest. Unless of course that was the case.
I would spend my final days in a never-ending self-pity gathering, with wet tissues, old pictures, and the memories of long-forgotten . I would create a sad symphony with tears, mucus, and sadness, directing a group of ruined dreams and crushed aspirations.
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