He just refuses to learn

I've said before and will say again that hell is hope. Plain and simple, hell is the hope of a better tomorrow that will never come. All the most vile torments of hell would lose most of their power if you could genuinely be rid of all hope that it would stop. But you see, this is hell so that won't happen. That's the nature of it. You see other people get a better tomorrow and it forces hope upon you. You see people that deserve nothing have everything and along with anger it thrusts hope into your chest because, gods damn it, why not you too?

It's hell you see?

Now you'd think I would know better. That I could break the cycle. Well, maybe you don't think that because while I share some things I tend to play it close so even if you know quite a lot about me and my own personal hell, you know only a fraction. That being the case then, I think that I would have learned by now. Learned to stop.

God, how I've tried. You have no idea how hard.

And yet.

But.

Damn it.

Here is hope again. Hounding me. Demanding attention. Forcing me to let it in against my will. Literally against my will. I don't want you here. I know what you are. And yet. But. Damn it. Here you are old friend. Old enemy. Most loved and most hated. Come on in one more time. Do your worst one more time.

See you tomorrow.