waiting
is a slow excruciating death. Waiting on things that will never come, for the things we will to come. We wait on people, love, fate.
Destiny, the one scapegoat, where we can forgive all our precious, "never will I get back, invaluable wasted time, actions&thoughts we've regretted, for the mistakes we've made that seemed right at the time. "Destiny is for losers. It's just an excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen" -BW
But is it really? In a way all the contradictories are true, but what else can we do in a world thats so obsolete. Waiting gives us comfort, in the hopes that tomorrow there will come a brighter day,
a better version of what's suppose to be. The life we're meant to lead.
So.. here I am, it is now ten oh four pm I have been awaiting my Stepmum to head off bed. Leave me be. And therefore enabling me to sneak out and go to Annilise Turner's. In order to get there i must climb out a window, jump a roof, and most likely plummet to the welcomingly cold arms of the pavement. But i do these things, so i'll be able to look back, and laugh. It's hit me recently that I have got less than the time i need, to be a teenager. I want to be able to look back, and realise I was someone something. Wish me luck (: and follow my lead. Because rules were made to be broken ♥
-Cat