What did it mean? What did everything mean? They become questions, no longer statements we all thought were so deeply engraved in the hardest of stones. Even what he was, I begin to ask myself if he even really existed. But the soldiers of this battle that has been festering in my mind are growing tired of the same old routine and in their little beating hearts, they're pleading for the masters of North and South to come to an accord. An accord that will be made, eventually.

Hello, oh faithful April the 17th. May you be the start of whimsical beginnings all over again.

It's sad that the people who're loosing good faith these days are getting younger and younger. And when everyone else around you are cynics, you in turn get infected by their dreary ways. Who then do we seek to restore that faith again? That feeling that keeps us believing.

When things become disgustingly horrible, who do we pursue to help us climb out of that rut? It's true, when u're at Rock Bottom, the only way is up. But how does 1 even begin to stumble to their feet, much less climb outta the hole, when 1 has lost every streak of faith?

That's why I'm a hopeful who likes to keep her faith. It may dwindle now and then, but it's there nonetheless. Cos if keeping it means that I'm a helping hand to ppl who matter to me, then I'd fight to have it stay.

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ANYWAY, the camp was great. Work has been pretty awesome. And now, it's time to hit the sack for tmr, Heatwave records in Lush! Pictures up soon!