it's not even deja-vu anymore; it's plain repetition: getting accepted and having a family, then becoming homeless. how does one gain confidence when everytime, yes everytime, high hopes (just hopes even) are dashed and crumpled like a piece of paper and being thrown away just like that?

then it's better to aim for the second storey, no? at least it won't hurt so much when tha plan fails as compared to aiming for the eighth storey, or even the third storey. one falls harder.

maybe that's why i live by the phrase 'aim lower', because seriously, confidence brings me nowhere.

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