Shakespeare said "Expectation is the root of all heartache." I wonder if it just randomly dawned on him or something happened to make him say it. I kinda hope something happened because for quite a long while, I've lived by "No expectations, no heartache." That came to me after expectation fucked me up several times.

For some reason inconceivable to my shitheaded-self, I unwittingly decided to hope for something today. It didn't work out. The thing is, I didn't even feel sad. It was like there was a vacuum inside me, sucking everything up until I felt like a shell of nothingness, like I was back into oblivion again.

Why are we like this? Why do we decide that after a while, we should do the think that screwed us up the first time all over again?