Last night I woke up without any recollection of what happened to me, just like I was born yesterday. But then again, you can't prove the existence of “past.” You could have just been born right now and your whole memory was fabricated.
That is what I am feeling right now; lost, confused, and unsure. So yes, I might have just been born last night, but somehow my “past” is chasing me. I can't remember it, but apparently I caused a private aircraft to crash.
Damn, I wish I can just remember something! My name, I don't even remember my own name! But why? Why instead of my own name, I know who is responsible for what happened to me?
That's not all, I'm not even sure that I am human. Not after what happened today. I literally stopped rain. No, not like that. I didn't turn the weather from pouring to sunny, no. But I, how do I put it... I made thousands of raindrops cease to fall, suspending them into the air as if gravity don't work around me.
...
I understand, I think I will have to put an end to this.
My name is ———, let me tell you a story about me.