You know, I try my best to be a good person. I really do. I know I don’t succeed all the time, but I try. I’m not sure how much more I have to do to relieve myself of this stupidity. I promised myself I wouldn’t, but I know that while I sit here and deny any form of involvement, deny feeling any sort of hope, that there must be an inkling of hope somewhere within my heart. I know it’s there, I don’t know where, but I know it’s there. It’s got to be there, because otherwise forgetting would be easy, and this wouldn’t be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. I know that sounds ridiculous, and my problems probably dim and darken out completely next to the mass problems that many other people face, but honestly. I need some time, space anything. Just give me that, please.