Dear me, baby girl, what have you done with your life? Baby girl, why have you fallen so hard? You could have helped yourself. Why didn't you help yourself? Did you really expect someone else to do it for you? Darling, no one had ever really loved you. No one could.
But don't fret, my dearest, for you have a Hope. She knows you. She knows The Demons That Have Drowned and The No-Good-Secrets Only She Could Ever Know. She knows all your Good Days and Bad Days and The Days In Between. She knows your God-Forsaken Lies and Hard-To-Bear Truths. She knows you.
She is your Hope. She will stick with you Thick and Thin and Everything Else. Don't ever lose your Hope. She means and will mean so much more than the Vastness Of Space and The Stars and The Moon. She means everything to you and more. Keep her close, you'll need Her someday. She's your Hope.
