They say one day it'll get better but I've wasted so much time hoping tomorrow is the day. I often wonder if I am merely a prisoner of my own expectations, shackled by the belief that change is just a heartbeat away. The days blend into one another, and the promise of a brighter future feels like a cruel joke played by fate. I’ve invested so much of myself in the idea that tomorrow will be different, yet here I stand, still waiting, still hoping, and still feeling the sting of disappointment. It’s a sorrowful realization that perhaps the better days I yearn for are nothing more than a mirage, forever out of reach.