I am not, by nature, a patient person.
People often mistake me for one, because I am kind, and I have taught myself to pause and breathe.
But I am not.
There is nothing I hate more than wanting things to be different and knowing that it is simply a matter... of... time...
That all I can do... is... wait...
... and hope...
...and wait... some more...
to see what will happen next.
And then after that.
(Why do I believe anything that anyone ever says? Why do I believe things that other people swear are so when I can see they're not? Why do I let myself have opinions about it at all?)
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