A Promise to be Fine in 12 Hours

Maybe because I hope a little too much, expect a little too soon, believe a little too often. Maybe because I just never learn, never pause before the plunge, never thought to make a plan much less plan B. But I never really know when a piece of me is enough, a single serving just right. How is it to quantify oneself so as not to give too much?

It's been a series of disappointments, one after another. And each time I berate myself for being stupid, for not knowing any better, or more often for knowing and yet allowing myself to be stupid anyway. It can get very tiring. Really. Being stupid is not what they said it is. Oh, I think that's ignorance. A close relative though so one would expect them to have the same effect.

So yeah. I was stupid yet again. And as always it ended in this, a tired refrain of bitterness and pain. Allow me this for tonight. I promise not to indulge in it for long, as always, a promise I give myself whenever this happens. So yes, I will be fine.