a quarter of the day already behind me, but i am still dragging on yesterday, and yesterday's yesterday. and so on. it seems that despite my distaste to such, i am still living in the past, and not for today, or even the future. each passing day has a certain history overshadowing it. a history i would prefer not to disavow, but one that i would like to chalk up to "growing up," and move on. (a chapter, so to speak. a long, and disappointing chapter.) however, the days are moving along, and the "next chapter" is not starting. instead, it's a continuation of the same comedy of faults... or perhaps a life lesson for those to follow. leaving me with nothing more than a chance to give hope to those that are watching/reading/listening.

hahhahaaahahaa... hope from one who has given up on even the idea of "hope." good luck with that.