Eventually, it might be back to square one. Despite the anticipation of everything. Those trashy media channels, to which we become slaves to. We (I) thought we (I) might have seen a little tinge of hope. I begin to see no excitement no nothing. No, its not that.

Yes, back to square. Then again, I could tell myself that maybe it'd be all good and fresh. Not so nice perhaps if we might look at it from the other side. Yet everything falls nicely for the sole individual,maybe the second. And feel better about it. Ha, the power of delusion. Wrap urself up with the blanket of delusion and forget all others. It'd be so very good. And then, yet again, blame those media channels again. Its a vicious cycle. That might never end.

But we still choose to believe. How very strange, isn't it?