Confession: Anyone who does remember, I am not a good person. Never was selfless, kind, generous, or "cool"(such a overused word) but there's one thing I had, love. Love for anything that could exist with an extent of what it was, a star to a tiny piece of a finger nail. I did love, but it was a selfish kind of love, I didn't deserve that feeling. I wished everything was mine, and I hurt the people around me, because I wanted to, the urge of this sin, I fooled "her" and then ruined "her" to the brim. I thought I was unfixable but I wasn't, I just chose to be evil. (It's cringe I know) But pure evil does exist and there's a variety of them. I am a believer, I know what awaits me after I'm gone. I will let everyone know that I've mastered fooling but I am a coward, that's the biggest flaw. My weakness brought me down. It was expected at least, not everything lasts forever. Once I'm gone there will be grief, but freedom for "her"(Note: "her" does not mean me). there's no time, I love you.