rest in peace, nice guy.

You tried.

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.

f*ck this.

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.