What I Am (Part 2)

A very serious one, that at the same time makes me strong, and very very weak:

I am Hopeful, something I have regretted more often, than been thankful for. Hope is good, yes, but having your hopes dashed, fucking hurts, even on a good day.

You’d think growing up the way I did, and my life so far would teach me that Hope equals setting yourself up for a swift kick in the backside, but nah ah, I still catch myself looking for that sign that things are not as bad as they seem.

Go figure.