Huzzah!

So...

Here I sit, thinking the things I too often think. wishing the things I too often wish. Why is it I give time to these things? Isn't it like putting salt in my wounds? If I stopped scratching these scabs would they get better? Are they ment to get better? My pondering brings back the old problems, and the old solutions.

Yeah...

"Hope is the bravest thing of all"

Chau