Sometimes, I think that being patient isn't worth the effort.
I crack after a month, depending on how much I really want to know the answer. That's still fairly good considering the general population can probably crack in a few days.
But I don't just forget about it during that month, no.
I dread it. I absolutely hate that month. Every time, I beat myself up, thinking about why I can't just ask straight away instead of being an incredibly shy person. And then when I do crack, I get a half-assed answer, or disappointed.
Is this what my life has come to? Waiting, waiting, waiting, until I explode with anticipation, only to be shut down?
Why are the nicest people so cursed?
YOU ARE READING
constantly blooming.
Poetry'i will never stop blooming, like an eternal rose of flame... i may have my times of smolder and small sparks, but i will always become a huge inferno in the end... and nothing can stop me.' Collection of poetry and prose between the ages of 10-15...
