"disappointed but not surprised" has been my biggest mood this month. it's like every time i start expecting better, something happens that reminds me why i stopped expecting too much in the first place. people switch up, promises change, and effort slowly disappears without explanation. i keep telling myself not to let it affect me, but some things still hurt a little, especially when they come from people i cared about. now, i'm learning that disappointment hurts less when you stop romanticizing potential and start accepting people for who they really are. maybe that's the lesson this month has been teaching me.