No negative.

I wanted to start out with how I'll remember you. Because for sure, or at least with the confidence I have with the future, that would be my last walk through your door. You put the blame to something we all know can't have brains of its own. Can you tell me why I can't believe you? It's funny that for other people not to be hurt I tried to join you in your excuses. But your decisions are your own actions. I'll make myself content with the fact that you didn't try to deny anything the last time. But maybe that's just because I didn't ask anything too.

A pair of your eyes looked down. The truth, you all thought perhaps, was bitter. Was there any better thing to do than scream the truth? Maybe she wanted revenge. Maybe she thought she could hurt with a letter. Maybe she thought this little girl, she didn't deserve what was given to her. Maybe she was plain mad at the world. I could only guess.

And this is how I thought I'll remember you - a bunch of people who at worst ruin lives. But forgetting about you is way, way better.

Because you see, I've grown tired of thinking much about things. There is nothing to think about in the first place, you leave no room for a point. And that's part too of why I don't scream for any justice now. You know none of that. I just want to accept things. Maybe show you you're right. That would free you from your win.

And maybe, just maybe, as I breathe my anger out I'll let it go. All of you, you're not worth the sin.