Disappointment

Strange how it is we always set ourselves up for disappointment. Whatever it is that made us sad or disappointed, it's actually ourselves causing it. It's always the things we hold close to us, or the things we hope and expect, that end up hurting us the most. Perhaps if we held no expectations, no assumptions, we'd never face such a thing. Of course, that'll mean a dead, boring and emotionless life. Either way, we lose. Depressing isn't it? Don't know why I even try so hard anymore... is it worth the effort?