rest in peace, nice guy.
For 26 years you've tried. and you've failed. time and time and time and time and time again.
It was a fun ride. But it's over. You're gone.
Hope exists to disappoint.
I'm not doing this anymore.
who am I kidding?
I'll do it again.
Because I'm cursed with Hope. cursed with it.
it feels like a scene from Memento.
If I could just remember the pain of these moments, I'd wisen up and not hope again.
But, I always forget... and so I foolishly hope again. and again.
and hope IS deferred.
and hope makes my heart sick.
Raise my glass, make a toast for remembrance...
...that's one reason not to drink until I forget.
damn hope and its optimism. They will be the death of me.