I can feel that this wait is killing me, it's driving me insane. This pain is making me sick. Only six more months, but all I can do is wait. Only six more months! Only SIX MORE MONTHS! That's a long fucking time to be waiting for something. The only thing that I thought of doing was to keep myself busy every single day until then. If not then I'm going to start thinking about that day. Well that will just tear me up inside. I remember a week ago when I got back home to NC after the second day home I start to realize that this will be a long wait, a long fucking boring wait to leave this hell hole. I going crazy and it only as been a week. This is going to be a long wait! I haven't even gotten my script yet, but I guess that can just wait and wait. Everything I get into is a big waiting game. I started to play basketball again and even that is a big waiting game until I'm good again. I don't know what the next couple of months will be about, I don't know if this could be the best days, or most likely the worst days. I can't see so clearly anymore. I feel like I'm just following the crowd, and not asking any questions. When am I ever going to break free from this torment? When will I live for me, and not for the selfish? When can I be the one that can lead this family? I'm just the one that falls behind. I wish I could find something that I can believe in? Is everything fake? Everyone I talk to are so fucking fake I can see it in there eyes, but what can I say I'm the same way. I'm more broken then they are. I can't walk on water no I just sink. Waiting is the worst and there is nothing I can do to change that.
I can say that I'm fine again, but many words that I speak don't seem to come true. I could be just like you, but these dreams will never come true. I could be all alone, but I would never survive this worthless world. I can run away, but this pain will always follow by my side. I can say a lot of things, but that doesn't mean that anyone would listen. I can walk up right, but that doesn't mean that I won't be thrown to the ground. I still have so much to lose, I don't know what to do. I can say that I'm fine again, but my words might be lies. I'm going to be fine, One day, Too Late, I'm in hell.
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