Ok, big cosmic entity person, death, grim reaper, grin reaper, whoever is rolling the dice, cutting the cake, signing the forms or whatever…can you answer me at least?
Have I got this private headspace so I can make my peace? Make my apologies? Put aside past aggression so I can go on with a clear conscious?
Here goes nothing.
We don’t apologise for a damn thing.
I only ever did what I thought was right. I didn’t hurt anyone. I never did anything bad. Ok, I hacked…
Those were virtually victimless crimes.
I don’t want apologise. I don’t feel sorry for anything. I… There’s stuff I regret, sure, but I’m not going to fscking cleanse my soul or what the fsck ever, everything I did, I did.
There it is. There I am. I am me, I am my thoughts, I am my actions.
Take me or leave me, this is all you get.
To apologise would mean you would want to change things. That’s a fickle wish. You do what you do, and that’s it.
Death, please, you were there when I died, and when my double died, just let me make my peace so I can move on. This is…this is cruel, and I don’t deserve it.