Waiting

That word sums me up right about now.

I feel like I'm waiting on a lot of people right now, including myself. Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I should say screw you all and leave. The only problem I don't know how, and I don't know if I'm that brave.

Most annoyingly, I seem to be waiting for myself, to catch up, live my life, "take chances, make mistakes, get messy". (Thanks goes out to Ms. Frizzle on that last part.) I'm waiting to trust myself, I'm waiting to hear about a job, about family, about friends, about school.

I'm just waiting until I get tired of it I guess. It's like finding out you've been living in a sterilized bubble your entire life and all you want to do is pop the blasted thing. If only out of spite.

I wish I knew when I should wait patiently and when I should get up and fight...

Yeah, I know this doesn't make sense, it's not really supposed to. Just to me.