Dear whomever...
I am a ghost. Not in the literal sense, though I may as well be. People ignore me and, in those rare moments when someone does acknowledge my existence, they consider me a burden.
Life is so full of disappointments, it's genuinely difficult to know how to react when something good happens. You expect people to be responsible. You expect people to be decent. You expect them to think.
If I post something tomorrow, then you'll know that I didn't have the spine to go through with it. I never do.