I’ve always been a cynic. I don’t believe that there’s such a thing as a purely selfless act, people are bastards and my glass is never half full, ’cause I drink from the bottle. Time doesn’t heal all wounds, things don’t always get better and a bird shitting on you won’t give you good luck: it’s just a bitch to clean off.
Despite this, the one thing I’ve always had is hope. The hope that I’ll be proven wrong, the hope that things do get better and that maybe one day everything I’ve ever wished for will come true. The hope that one day I will win the lottery, shrink to a size 6 again or be best friends with Nicole Scherzinger. The hope that I haven’t been wasting my time chasing after someone who will never want me the way I want them.
Sometimes though, you need to learn to let go of hope. “Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane” Red: The Shawshank Redemption. I never will win the lottery and the only thing about me that’s a size 6 is my feet. That’s okay though, I’m following Nicole Scherzinger on Twitter and for now that’s good enough for me.