I'm so sick of waiting as the seconds slip on by.
Most of my life centers on waiting for other people.
My eyes have rested staring at the floor waiting for my name.
Being held up for whatever reason.
Remembering the past to the point the present doesn't really matter.
I don't see the future. I don't put forth that kind of effort.
People tell me all the time that I have all this opportunity
Inside I feel certain that I have missed out entirely.
This existential crisis constantly shifts its form.
I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of the metaphors.
Sick of the frustrations.
Sick of myself.
I'm tired of everything I have been drowning in.

I want to say **** everyone. At least to those who have left me scarred.
And trust me, there are plenty of them.