The golden thread

Not sure if this would count for narrative, since it's vaguely narrated, as are all poems.

Anyhoo, I made this maybe a week ago? Iunno, Casey, when did I call you? Okay yeah, I think I have a new theme for poetry this year: "Undying Hope". But I don't quite mean it in that good way!
Y'see, I keep trying to give up hope on stuff. Anything really. Like going somewhere with friends, getting things, finding love (lol, least of my worries ATM). You know, some regular stuff. Why? Because every time I get my hopes up, even the slightest bit, they come crashing down, cascading like a Waterfall. I am most particularly referencing past events, like when my dad was supposed to pick me up and take me up to his house back in the day. Every time he would either be late, or one of his employees (back when he could afford them) would pick me and my brother up, or later as my brother moved with them or was elsewhere, my dad would reschedule picking me up because it was too late to pick me up. *sighs* Yeah, I don't have the best experience with men, no wonder why I'm me. (Because I choose to, that's why.)
Plus, I haven't written any expressive poetry in ages.
thusly, I
m trying to stop hoping at every little thing, but darnit all, Hope is one persistant little girl. I explain more about why she's so persistant in the next poem, prolly. I think I did....

If there are any grammar errors, I'm sure that I meant them.