I don't like reading my past posts. It reminds me of how silly I am.

Perhaps a better word is foolish. I actually rather enjoy the silliness

And so, the wishful thinking begins

Someone needs to slap me before I get my hopes up again.

I seem to find that anytime I really want something, I'm sure not to get it. This may have to do with that psychological effect that only the instances that fit your example stand out in your mind.

But still.

Maybe the trick is to stop wanting so much. Now that it's out of my hands, apathy is the surest way to go.

But I just can't help it. I care too much. It's part of being a worrier. I should try to be a warrior instead. ;)