i hate letting go. hate hate hate. i don't normally ever use that word, but here it comes out. HATE HATE HATE HATE. hate it. hate letting people go, hate letting friends go, things go. because letting go means giving up. and that's something i've been raised not to do. i've always been told that there's always a way. where there's a will, there's a way. when something's broken, you fix it. if you can't fix it, find somebody else to. there's always a way. so what do i do when there's no will and no way, but there's a must? create a will?