Music, books, traveling, friends, just being outside, it all means so much, maye too much. All these things, just small bits of hope. All of them are things worth fighting for.

I can say for certain is that the world is not a great place. So much suffering, pain and hatred. Still, I've got to fight, to try to do something with this short and futile existance. I can't change the world, but I can look after and out for the people that mean the world to mean. If that's all I can do, then so be it.