I miss the "what if"s and the "what could've been"s. I miss the "what should've been"s.

I refuse to think about them. Ignorance is afterall bliss. I don't need anyone. I don't need anyone at all. On my deathbed, I'd like to be able to look back and say "I lived a healthy, active, independent life. So now it's time to go, albeit being alone."

Tonight I mourn for the passing of a dream that will never be realized in this lifetime.

Congratulations to all winners of the "Make Hope's life suck" contest. As usual, God wins first prize.