Note.

Everything worked out for good.

I’m normal now.

No one’s dead.

The truth is out.

So I feel like forgiving the perpetrators sometimes.

I don’t know.

It’s just a thought that I have been having these days.

It was all based on misunderstandings and preconceived notions.

They didn’t know what they were doing.

People change and people grow.

They must be repenting?

I’m not sure.

Because I don’t know what exactly is happening.

I don’t know the complete information and the seriousness of the situation.

Until and unless you tell me what’s happening.

I would not know.

But then I think they didn’t value my life.

So why should I value theirs?

I went through insurmountable pain and suffering because of them.

So I go back to seeking justice.

I’m unable to come to a solid conclusion.

I’m leaving it to you.

I’m sure you will make the right decisions.

Because I’m not sure entirely.

Please question the people in question.

Ask them why they did what they did and take action accordingly.

I will never understand them.

Because I would never do what they did.