hope.

there's got to be someone.

someone well-rounded.

someone to travel with.

i've got a whole fucking list.

there has got to be someone out there that will make me want to live.

i'm trying so hard not to give up all hope.

he's got to be out there.

i just know it.

or at least i keep saying that to try and convince myself of the fact.

i don't know what to think anymore.

or maybe that's just my bipolar speaking.

who the fuck knows.

i don't.