I cannot rely on other people to meet my expectations. Time and time again I expect, only to end up disappointed, and all of this anticipation and waiting ultimately end up devoid of purpose.
People are not governed by my wishes and they are not obligated to make me happy. Perhaps it is my fate to always be taken for granted. With every little expectation, I prepare myself to accept nothing. But even when I do, I still cannot help but feel disappointed. After all, I have feelings. I am only human.
I can only expect of myself because I am the only person that will at least try not to let me down.