this is not a fairytale

so why the hell am i expecting a happy ending?

Optimism is overrated, it only gives you hope, false hope at that. Then reality kicks in, whatever ideal or perfect picture you had in your head was just an illusion. Reality bites, it chews you and spits you out, leaving your heart torn to shreds, your self-esteem deeply lacking, and your spirit sorely bruised black and blue. Stand up again? what for? so that others can knock you back down again? I'm happy just lying here, waiting for someone to step on me all over again, the pain from falling is less if your already on the ground.

I prefer cynicism and pessimism, atleast when you're wrong, you're in for a pleasant surprise.

If you haven't figured it out yet, I'll give you a hint: Rejection