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i wrap my words around me, and they keep me company.
[listening to: if everyone cared by nickleback]
[by the way i tried to say]
i absolutely hate waiting, i really do. i hate that every moment spent waiting is a moment spent thinking about what yu're waiting for and wondering why it hasn't happened yet. waiting yanks whatever control yu have out of your hands and places it just out of your reach. so yu still think yu're the one making the decision whether or not to continue waiting, but in reality yu're pretty much helpless till something happens.
waiting means hope, and hope can be cruel. waiting means suspension, when everything else has to be put on hold. waiting means passiveness, and i look down on passiveness when it comes to things that matter. waiting just seems spineless somehow, as if yu're unable to take charge of your own future. waiting doesn't even come with the joy of unpredictability, because yu do know the outcome - yu either get what yu're waiting for, or yu continue waiting.
i think waiting breaks the spirit. arguably, it intensifies emotions for perhaps a while, but waters them down in the long run. there is a time limit that comes with waiting, whether we acknowledge it or not, and we can never return once the expiry date is past.