Foolish, it is, really, though it cannot be controlled, can it?
Hope is futile.
Hah!
I despise it, really, though, at the same time, I continue to feed it, to give it life.
Damn the innateness (sp?) of it all.
Void.
Void.
Void.
The result if change does not occur.
Maybe?
Histrionic, yes.

Everytime, it is ruined, only due to my permitance.

You may have been right.