Hello, past.

Do you want to relive your past? It’s a simple question that many would often easily deject. But this simple, yet convoluting question haunts me to my core. There’s a mix of grieve, pain, and regret that stabs into my heart. I couldn’t reject the opportunity… I knew it was playing with the devil, but I don’t want my life to flow with the regrets that have accumulated from my past. You might say that I’m being ridiculous, and that I’m just stuck on to my past… And frankly, I can’t deny that fact. I’m ridiculous, I’m stuck on to my past. But you wouldn’t understand this pain that I’ve been feeling, the hatred that I’ve felt, the flame that is my heart.

If I got the chance, I would pull the trigger once more, to them and to myself. I want to end his life so badly, so those who suffered would be avenged. And I sure hell want to end my life, so I don’t need to suffer the pain of living in this one hell of a place. I want to kill them. I want to kill them! I. Want. To. Kill. Them. I want to… I want to… Who am I kidding…

Do you want to relive your past? Yes. Yes, I do. I want to go back to that place, I want to take things upon myself. So I can save those who have been injured and those who have suffered. I want to fix my mistakes. I want to let them know what happens when you mess with good people. I want to let them know what pain and suffering feels like. I want to give them a piece of what horror feels like. So please god… Let me relive those moments… Give me the chance to change the flow of fate that has been decided. I want you to change the flow of time itself. So once again I plead to you… Prove that you exist… And I’ll prove to you that your miracles won’t go to waste. Please god, I’ll give you my freedom, my opinions, my life in your hands… if you just give me the power to change fate itself, to change your prophecy. Once I’m finished, I can rest unto your hands. God… I pray to you… Show me your grace… Show me your existence… Let me greet my past.