Fustrated.
Fustrated.
Fustrated.

That is how I feel. And I feel like any step towards coming out of fustration results in two stepping backwards. I want something. And I want something else. And it stacks and it stacks and then I am left with this overwhelming pile, a never-ending list. And then there's you. And yeah, I rant for hours about why I feel the way I do. I've complimented every ounce of you and I will continue to do so. I miss you when your not around, and sometimes even when you are around, and I want so badly to fix everything. I want to mend with my hands, and heal more than anyone thinks is possible.

The thing is, I am patient. And I am trying. But sometimes its just so hard. and I'm sorry if I let my fustrations show. but in the end. its worth it and i keep going. and thats where i'll be for now. just waiting for you.