It was over even before it really began.

Sometimes, hope is such an evil word. It forces you to anticipate, to build castles in the air, only to see all of your expectations crumble as the waves crash into the shore. All remains in the scene are dejection, sadness, disappointment, heartaches, depression.

I think hoping for something that is clearly not for you is useless; you are just deluding yourself. Sometimes one must learn to accept that some force (fate, whatever you call it) will thwart your will. Sometimes, however steadfast your dreams and aspirations are, it will not happen. These things you have to accept.

Happiness is just an illusion. Like hope. Sometimes.