Great expectations can lead to great disappointments, too.
Perhaps it’s because I depend on undependable people. Perhaps it’s because I seek friends whose obligations do not include babysitting me. Or perhaps it’s my own damn fault for conceiving this grave overestimation in the first place. I do know now just how much loneliness cauterizes my soul into a shell of its former self, frail and dried out. But who will be there to save me?
I will most likely wake up tomorrow and realize this is emotional trash. When you read this I will be in a better mood and in no need of consolation. If you’ve been to one school dance, you’ve been to them all.