Great Expectations

I’m sitting here in the park. Feeling sorry for myself.

Sadness. Guilt. Yes, guilt most of all.

Maybe I’m selfish. Or maybe I have this preconceived idealistic idea of how life should be. How this whole experience should be. Or maybe I’m simply jealous of other people’s stories.

But in any case, it’s disappointing when things don’t live up to those expectations, no matter how unrealistic they may be.

What’s more disconcerting though is the fact that you never feel that what you want is unrealistic. You never feel that you don’t deserve it. But if it seems too much to ask, isn’t it then?

People say when you expect nothing but the best, you very often get it. They never tell you about the misery whenever you don’t.