Hoping is always a futile attempt. Thank god for good friends who always try, but me being the pussy that I am...well...I guess you can fill in the blanks. I had my chance, but I always find my own excuses for failing. And I wonder if saying that I love you is to premature, but to say that I like you beyond all imagination...I guess that's plausible. I say it to all my friends everyday. Let's hope that tomorrow brings better things. But we know that hoping is a futile attempt. And drunkenness is bliss.