There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
the worst fucking thing about school is that they make you think that that’s all there is in the world and you get all anxious and worked up and depressed over fucking grades and classes and homework that you lose sight of the fact that you’re still so young and there are endless avenues and possibilities of places to end up and things to do
Tell me, does it hurt your chest when you think of me with someone else?