Expectations

  Some days... even when the forecast has been great... it fucking pisses it down.

  So be it.

  Disillusionment, pain, confusion and claustrophobia... and the outlook had been so bright.

  Low expectations don't disappoint often, but they do lead to a kind of rambling nothing... To slow death.

  I'll take on my disappointments and I'll take on the pain of having high hopes, and I'll keep on getting screwed up by life and I'll keep on trying to enjoy the confusion and I'll keep on expecting the best.