I've got red in my ledger, and I know that the blood on my hands will never wash off, but I'd like to live in a world where second chances for people like me exist... however naive and unrealistic that may be. I don't deserve a second chance- I don't even deserve the thought of a second chance, but fantasizing about one gets me through the day, and keeps me from falling apart. I'm not asking for forgiveness, only an opportunity for compromise.