Hope.

Not quite sure why... But I am still here. Maybe because I don't fit in anywhere else? Maybe because I've lost hope in humanity as a whole and don't want to take any more risks? *shrugs*

I wish that memory erasing service that was offered in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind was something real...

I want to be able to hope again. To dream again. To believe again. To love again.

I want to believe when I'm told you aren't tired of me and you want to help me... But that face... Your sweet innocent face... How could you even bear to look at me after I said the things I said? I hate myself. But I hate you more than I hate me...

Maybe there is a little hope?