"But the woman took off the great lid of the jar with her hands and scattered, all these and her thought caused sorrow and mischief to men. Only Hope remained there in an unbreakable home within under the rim of the great jar, and did not fly out at the door; for ere that, the lid of the jar stopped her, by the will of Aegis-holding Zeus who gathers the clouds. But the rest, countless plagues, wander amongst men; for earth is full of evils, and the sea is full. Of themselves diseases come upon men continually by day and by night, bringing mischief to mortals silently; for wise Zeus took away speech from them."
Yet Hope was considered the worst of the potential evils, because it is equated with terrifying foreknowledge.
There's all kinds of pathetic.
And it's pathetic if you have to cheer yourself up all by yourself.
Perhaps I deserved it, for opening the Pandora's box.
Was it worth it?
Now I couldn't defend myself. And there's no one to turn to. Everyone will judge. They say they don't, won't, but they do. Oh, they do.
Because I couldn't even say it wasn't worth it. There was no guilt or regret, just indifference.
Emptiness.
What have I become? I've lost my soul.
And Hope shall remain trapped in the box, till I can bring myself to open it up again.
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