Why hope?

I often find myself thinking that something MIGHT JUST work out in my favor. That MAYBE the worst case scenario isn't the most likely.

I'm wrong. I hate hope. It creeps up when you're least expecting it. When you really should know better. Makes you think that this time could be different. Makes you excited and then makes you fall even farther when inevitably whatever it is that you'd hoped for eludes you once again.

There's a reason I'm depressed. It's because often I forget to expect the worst.