Things seem so bleak most of the time, but I keep trying to make it better. I apply for jobs and try not to hope for them, but then I do and then I’m disappointed when I don’t get them. I start a relationship and I hope it will work out and I give my heart away, and then it doesn’t work out.
I wish I could kill that part of me that keeps hoping for things. I feel like then I wouldn’t be so empty all the time.