I

Actually

Waited.

Oh

my

goodness.

Oh

my goodness.

&

I

kept

thinking.

Wait,

I'm

still

thinking.

No,

I'm

waiting

still.

Maybe

I'll

wait

forever,

&

die

waiting.

Yes,

that's

what

I'd

probably

do.



This is called pure persistence.
Or bluntly,
pure retardedness.

ok, Jeannette just told me that she's sorry & asked for my forgiveness.
but she refused to tell me why.
This is weird.
A sense of foreboding overwhelms me.
No,
A sense of foreboding engulfs me.
No,
A sense of foreboding envelopes me.
I am forboded. (is that such a word? haha)

Anyway, back to the point.
I need to wake up,
& get a life.
Two most important things.

It's two.
Sometimes the wee hours are good.
Because it's quiet.
But
sometimes,
it's scary.
Now it's scary