Heartburn.

I wished I never had expectations. Then I wouldn't have to live to see disappointments.

How cruel life can be.

Sometimes, trying isn't well enough. It's the expectations in life that determines how good you really are.

In my case, living up to it is all that matters. Whenever I want things to work just how I expect them to be, I get so crushed when plans fail me and I fail them.

Fucked up? well enough.

I spend all my entire life wanting/ trying to be the best otherhalf.

But when disappointments along the way barge in without authorization, I take a step back, slowly two then three and suddenly I'm lost.

hoping each time,

somehow, someday, I'll never be found.