It was over in an instant, yet it happened so slowly. I saw it coming.
I thought that my struggle was over and that it would pay off. I could not be more wrong.
Sure, it could most definitely be worse, and I expect it to get worse. (optimism at it's best right here)
I lied to myself every day. I said that I wasn't getting my hopes up, but really, all that went through my head was "It's going to be different this time. They know that they're doing. They'll fix me and I can go back and do what I love."
^^proof of how the mind is the master manipulator
It's gone, and so is part of me.
I apologize if I shut you out. I do not mean to
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