Disappointment and other things

If you are born expecting fireworks your whole life, then everyday will be like the 3rd of July to you. If you expect passionate romance every moment, then life will be like the ponderous opening lines of Romeo and Juliet before the lovers meet. I don't know what to tell you to expect but sometimes disappointment is inevitable.

April is a strange month. Sometimes I've needed miracles around this time of year and been given them. Other times, I've just sunk deeper into the morass. Not sure yet where this April will go.

There was somebody...all I wanted was to make her happy. I still do. It's really the worst thing, wishing for the death of love. But even that's not true. I don't want my feelings to end.

Still trying to figure out a way out west. Maybe by writing all this stuff out, something will come to me!