When will I find my hope and will again? I have hoped for some many things this year all to be left disappointed. Yes, people say that the year isn’t over yet and that I shouldn’t give up yet.

Nevertheless, I have had the hope ripped stolen out of me with every broke plan and every sorry about the plans maybe some other time.

But when people ask I wonder how much of their hope and will has been trampled on and then I wish to ask them to turn that into their whole year. And see how much more will and hope that would have left in them.

That is my life; it is no longer filled with hope and will but with disappointment. I know when my friends say that they are going to call back or come and get together I don’t dare get my hopes high that it is an empty promise filled with disappointment.

With hope comes disappointment.

Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.