Hope. All the times I tried to tell my parents with the hope they’d believe me. Until one day, I gave up. Those moments I wanted to tell the guys with the hope they’d listen, but something has always stopped me. Feeling hope for the first time when I met Rosemary, knowing I had one person on this fucking Earth that knew the truth, and now what do I have left of that hope? I have only the pain of losing her. Fuck hope, because it fucked me a long time ago.
