I am someone who is vastly disappointed when the things that I perceive to be are not what they seem. Once I have a certain illusion about something or hope it to be a certain way, and when it does not follow through, the feeling of poignancy is immense.
These channels of thought always follow the same route, and end at a similar point. Often in the opposite direction of what I will it to be. I dislike it, and very much so. I feel bereft of the insouciance I expect. I am cloaked in wistfulness and yearning.
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