I have been waiting for one thing or another for as long as I can remember. Sometimes one thing at a time, sometimes multiple.
Waiting for the summer vactions to start.
Waiting for School to start.
Waiting for my first phone.
Waiting for my first partner.
Waiting for my first job.
Waiting to signup for college.
Waiting for the night to end.
Waiting for the day to end.
Waiting for the college to start.
Waiting for my pain to end.
Waitinf to get out my house so that I can start listening to music.
Waiting for that person to come back.
Waiting for a reply from that one person.
Waiting to meet another person.
Waiting for Weeekly to redebut.
Waiting to get my spark back for things I love.
I gets frustrating at times but I’ve been this state for so long that i has become second nature to me.
Even before anything start, I start bracing myself for that lonnnggg period of waiting that will come eventually.
It is exhausting for sure, but I have started to romanticise this feeling.
God knows what I would be waiting for next, but I’ll do it with all of my strength, no matter what.
