Does it get worse?

With all the miles on me, you'd think I'd have some experience with this... but I don't. Disappointment is born of expectation, so I've got to presume the crushing disappointment that's bruising my heart right now is the proceeds of a massive (and apparently unwarranted) expectation.

I can barely breathe with the weight of this pressing down on me. Disappointed, confused, and profoundly lonely in an instant...

...and dinner was so pleasant. I am lost.