Well then. I guess my previous optimism was . . . unfounded.
Murphy must have just slipped my mind at the time, I guess.
I'm just here to say, contrary to what the top of this journal might suggest . . .
Good night. I wish you all, whoever actually might read this, luck. Good luck.
In fact-- as I once said to someone I loved, and still love despite our bad parting, "I wish [all of] you all of the good things you deserve, that all of your life is well."
I hope every one of reaches the happiness you want for yourself.

And with that, good night, good night, and good night.