Expectations.

I hate the word.

I hate the subject even more.

I hate having high amounts of it.

I hate myself for having it.

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Why is it that loving brings about expectations?

And why is it that expectations bring about agony?

Why does expectations make things ugly?

And why does it kill me everytime I expect?

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Am I cursed to not have my expectations met?

Am I cursed to expect but never having them come true?

Am I cursed to always be disappointed?

No. The question is,

Am I cursed?

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Joe>>>>>>>>>>>>>I Need Hope.