There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
I feel like i am only existing. I want to be living. I just constantly feel like i’m missing out on everything someone my age should be experiencing. having a tight group of friends, real love, endless nights. There’s plenty more. I feel like something’s holding me down and i’m wasting my life away and before you know it it’ll all be gone.