two hundred-forty seventh.

dear (k)you,

i have a new hatest word. as per my previous entries, you would know that said word is: HOPE.

yes. as of right know, i have decided that i hate that word. i do not want to have anything to do with it. 

i know, i know, stupid. since it would prolly be hope that would help me get out of the hell hole i will be entering again next week. so fine, let me rephrase.

i do not want to hope when it comes to matters of the heart. there. as of right know, the love life i am so hoping for to come. the inspiration i was hoping for to help me get across the next few months. the inspiration i was hoping for to help me get through life. they are now officially gone. 

i will not let hope "control" me again. fuck. i mean. really. fuck. 

hope is a bitch.