I’ve been waiting.

Waiting for a bus, waiting for a change, waiting for Godot.
Just waiting.

Waiting for money to grow on trees for once. Just once.

Waiting for the right one. “He’ll show up when you least expect it.” Bullshit.

I’m sick of waiting for the right time. Waiting to fit into that one dress. Waiting to be happy.

I’m ready to just be. To live. To enjoy.

My patience has worn thin.