i waited; i waited today, yesterday,
the day before that, and the day before
that. have i ever told you waiting kills
me? well, it does. it reminds me why i
hate the rain, why i can't remember a
fucking thing, and why my back always
hurts. it triggers my extreme misanthropy,
it makes me unconsciously rub my wrists
raw, and it causes me and my phone to have
a incongruous relationship.