Hope

Hope is a conniving little bitch that waits patiently around the corner of every bit of despondency and misfortune. It fools us into believing in something great, something so powerful that we lose all sense of reason. Long before man was created hope found an ally in denial, teaming up to become one of the strongest forces dodging the radars of goodness. It's all around us, cleverly disguised in weight loss pills, quick-tan cans, and fast food dating sites. Like a diabetic drawn to a piece of black forest cake, so are the love sick drawn to hope, believing every word uttered and every bit of propaganda published.
A good thing in hindsight, as I discovered a new definition of that seemingly slutty word. Hope is like money; if used wisely it can change your life for the better. It all depends on how you spend it. Rather than hoping that the fucked up loser who sucked you off in the steam room would openly date yot and declare their undying love for you, hope for the chance of falling in love with someone who is real and available. Stop wasting energy hoping that your bf/gf/ptnr will quit cheating on you, hope for the strength to kick them to the curb and move on to someone more deserving of your love.
And never hope that you will meet the PERFECT one- rather hope that you'll find someone truly worthy of your greatness.