I’m 33 years old and I still expect life to be fair, even though its revealed redundantly that life is anything but. It never ceases to amaze me that it never ceases to amaze me.

Shouldn’t I be jaded by now? Wouldn’t I feel less frustration if I would just accept that things don’t always get wrapped up in a bow and closure is a pop culture Santa Claus?

Maybe. But.

I will go out believing, bitches.

I don’t look back regretting the times I looked stupidly into the light of optimism, even on the occasions that it blinded me.