Hope is a Dangerous Thing

There's different kinds of hope.

There's the kind that doesn't matter much, like hoping for sunshine the next day instead of rain, and there's the kind that seems to be the most important thing in the world. I have a promblem with the second kind.

Sometimes hope gets the best of me.
You see, when I hope, and that hope gets crushed, I become a wreck. It's happened before, and I know it will happen again. Except for some reason I just can't stop it. No matter how much I tell myself no, I will always keeping hoping.
(I keep hoping for him, but that's beside the point--You see? I'm just setting myself up for disappointment. Again. I seem to be fairly excellent at that.)

Day 24: Those Things That Just Might Cause Tears

I might have cried because of a lie. 

I might have cried becaue of a boy.

I might have cried because I thought I knew that person.

I might have cried because I didn't say what I should have said.

I might have cried because I was scared.

I might have cried because I was happy.

I might have cried 'happy tears' because life was perfect for moment.

I might have cried because I put too much faith in people.

I might have cried because seeing the best in people doesn't always work out.

I might have cried because I realize it is time to move on.

I might have cried just because.

Don't you hate it when you plan a conversation in your head,

then you talk to that person in real life,

and they don't follow the script?

Then everything gets ruined, and all you can think about is how different everything would have been if they followed your script?

And how it would have finally worked out your way for once?

Yeah, I hate that.