Dear Diary,
Why donot the inventors and discoverers find out something which can take us back in time? Why cannot they invent something by which we can correct our past mistakes? The feeling of having done things wrong in past and their constant haunting thoughts make life burdensome. When you know that you cannot correct your mistakes anyhow even if you want to so badly, kills you within yourself. Living life becomes simply equal to having regrets and hating yourself. God doesnot seem to listen to any of your plea to forgive you and relieve all your woes. You are of nowhere. Neither you can share your faults to anybody nor can you stop regretting upon them.