IRC-Galleria

Hope is a dangerous thing. It can drive a man to have faith. To believe in the future. It creates a somewhat intact world, which will once again be brought down by a cataclysm of pain and misfortune. This is a rule that has almost no exceptions. Almost. Still, so far such exceptions have successfully eluded my path. Therefore, I do not believe in such miracles. Until hope reaches me. Hope would render me potentially vulnerable to more misery. Do I really need it?