I find myself in the worst position I can find myself in.
I am waiting.
I hate waiting.
More specifically, I hate not knowing. I can handle pretty much anything the world throws my way, if history is anything to go by. What I struggle with is not knowing what is going to happen. I swear, if I was ever standing trial for something, I would not want to have to wait on a jury to decide my fate. It would make me crazy ... crazier.
I want to fling myself across my bed, sob myself to sleep. I want to extend a couple of fingers at two certain people who have been making my life hellacious this year. I want to lock my doors, pull down the shades, and push the world away. I want ... I want my man to wrap his arms around me, hold me tight, and tell me everything is going to be okay.
Did I mention I hate to wait? yeah I think I did.
*sigh*
1 comment:
Aw You, I am sorry that it's so tough. I am furious with the Union and I think ythose 'two people are rat bastards -- one for instigating and one for allowing this travesty. While I feel certain that you will be proved as having always done it right -- I know that awaiting their admittance of that is really hard. Rat Bastards!
Cynn
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