Disappointment loves its room in my life. It’s room is decorated with glowing neon signs that are constant reminders of let downs and failures. Reminders of the time when there just was not enough or I could not be enough. Disappoint gloats about it’s trophies of hindrance. Disappointment blasts the music loud enough to vibrate the floor making hearing anything else very hard.

Disappoint then had to nerve to invite friends over. Much like Sweet Brown, “I ain’t got time for that.” They hit the road really quick except for a couple of them. Those jokers, Frustration and Pain, chained themselves to furniture like they were in Green Peace. There is no peace within.

I need a renovation stat.