I wasn’t expecting them anyway so no skin off my back

Keywords: commentary , expectations , thoughts

I expect things like food, and clothing, and a place to live, and I’ve always had these things. Maybe that’s why I expect them, but they’re not promised to me. They’re not promised to anyone, but they are where the line pretty much stops with me and expectations. I hope for things, but I don’t get myself twisted up over them.


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