2005-05-29 / 11:57 p.m.
dissapointment is an optimism killer

Staying up because the thought that this day will end makes me restless. I miss when I believed that wishing for the best meant that everything would turn out.

But good things, like everything, they end. Like this day, like my will to hope.

So here I am, greeting every opportunity with a goodbye.

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