how i wish constantly that i am indeed the string that holds everything together.

all the lines are separating now. diverging. and really, the only thing that can bring those lines together is something that lies deep inside our hearts, something that draws you back to where it all began. i hope it stays there.

mms, i never want to stop being optimistic really. i want to believe in the best that can be, the best that ppl can be, and all the wonders of this world.

call it an idealistic youthful folly or whatever, i'm happy this way