WaitingA Story by Katie MarieI'm waiting for my girlfriend and this is the result: me complaining about waiting and really nothing else.I spend half my life waiting for people, sitting on my bed, unsure whether I should start something or if it'd only be a large waste of my time. I sit, wanting tea but not wanting to make it, knowing as soon as I did, I'd get the phone call I've been waiting for or hear that long awaited knock at my door. I think of drawing, writing, anything but knowing if I start, I won't finish. I won't ever finish because I'd get distracted with my waiting or my doing. Later, I'd have different things on my mind and I wouldn't be able to continue. I wait for all kinds of things and people; my friends, my dealers, my food, whenever I'll have things to do. I wait for excitement, and yet, I very rarely get it. I don't deal well with disappointment either; I grow bitter, cranky. Because I didn't get to do what I wanted to do, in the order I wanted to do it. For someone who claims to drift without plans, I always seem to have them, although I feel as though I'd deal better without them. I don't enjoy waiting, not at all, and I'd tell my girlfriend to go f**k herself for not being here an hour ago like she said she would be but that'll probably be me. © 2013 Katie Marie |
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1 Review Added on November 5, 2013 Last Updated on November 5, 2013 Tags: love, breakfast, coffee, boy, girl, tea, bitter, cynecism, poem, short story, young, everything, candles, beach, cigarettes AuthorKatie MarieACT, ACT, AustraliaAboutI’m Katie. I hate my name, it sounds like the name of a toothless hillbilly. I’m eighteen. I’m kind of an a*****e because I love too much and care about very little. I honestly have .. more..Writing
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