This page exists because people kept asking me why.
I don't want to make clarifications, I don't owe explanations, I won't justify.
The facts and the footages are here — Here’s the irony: you wrote this story yourself.
You planned this long ago. You betrayed, and now it's shown.
You could not live with your own failure.
Where did that bring your messes to?
Back to me.
And yet, people still ask why. You twist the story nicely.
As if this was some mystery, as if betrayal just "happened."
No — this was your project, your masterpiece, your grand finale.
You rehearsed it, performed it, and now clarity speaks itself.
Congratulations.
Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same.
