Situations have a funny manner of repeating themselves, despite having precautions taken against them. As if it wasn’t enough for me to be just a disappointment, I had to be a failure too. Still my call is not to let go of the tail of hope, it’s the only piece of strength I have and I will have for some time to come now.

I have been so much out of touch with reality, seeing everything bright and sunny, and thinking I’m God’s favorite child, that the world has come up in arms against all my optimism. Still I feel that there is an underlying current of good-will under all the bad tidings. Is that right or is it just another one of my escapist, evadist points of views. Will I ever give my mega-positive attitude that seems to screw up almost everything?