I woke up today with a lot of expectations, I smiled at a bunch of dumb-yet beautiful scenario in my head. Keep imagining this and that, thrilled of the possibility that it might happen for real. I have so many people around to rely on and I thought to my self, that it wouldn’t hurt that much to rely my happiness on them once in a while, or at least just for today.
But it turned out that I couldn’t be more wrong...
If there's someone who's responsible for my happiness, it's me myself. Expectation always leads to disappointment. Always. Period.
And I, of all people, should’ve known better.
