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At these times I wish I was a cheerleader in my previous life. I wish I could mutter words of encouragement and hope, or even just shed some light into the seemingly hopeless situation, but my lips are sealed, I grow mute. I would do somersaults, some kicks and pompom actions if I could. There are a lot of things I can say, but all of them just seem...forced, fake. How can I assure someone else that it will be alright when I don't even believe it myself?

I want to be hopeful, of course I do, but there is only so much I can do. Saying "don't give up" and "keep trying" seem useless and meaningless. It's just something everyone would say without hesitating, it lacks of connection, real motivation,..No, there has to be more that I can do to help. Something...more personal.

But what? Racking my brain in desperate attempt only makes me feel even more helpless. I'm sure neither of us thought that it was going to be this hard, it caught us off guard, we weren't prepared.

I can only be here for you, and eventhough it's nothing, really, please just keep trying. I'm not some fake optimist who just wanna say the right thing without genuinely meaning it, I'm not the person who couldn't care less but pretend to.

I'm pleading you to keep trying still, no matter how cliche and meaningless it might sound, because that's the hopeful thing to do. Stop doing anything would mean that it's the end of it, stop trying would mean that you have already given up.

By trying, at least it's something. I'm sure, eventually we'll get started. Now I know patience is not your best virtue, it's not mine too, but there's nothing else we can do. We just gotta move on, and we'll get through this. Unless stopping dead is an option.

So, are you with me?