she'll move on with everyone

All the more jaded this year. The fight is over, succumbed to mortality and the constant mortification from human beings. But there is hope.

No matter what happens I'd always like to think that there is hope. I like the notion of hope. There is always hope, even though its just ... hope. But hope is good enough for me. It's a nice assurance that there are still chances. Be it slight or what.

Hopeful.