Hope is a deceptive concept, it sneaks up on you and consumes every bit of energy you got, to transform it into a very familiar and addictive feeling.
It's like the peak of a mountain before it collapses, or the tip of a volcano before it erupts, it builds you up to break you.
I hate hope, maybe because I never got anything from it, or maybe because it 's just a stupid feeling that one clings to during times of despair.
I was hopeful, now I'm in despair, I was happy, now I'm depressed, I saw life in a brighter light, now darkness enfolds me, it seems so tight, suffocating and impossible.
When will it all end?