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.
The Secret Life of Pandas 
Oh god I relate!
if you want a hanky either to hide the laughter/ stave off a tidal wave of tears… Stephen Bishop – oh yes, 80’s! well perhaps 70’s not looking it up – has a tune, Looking for the right one… careful not to let the doggies hear how it ends as they may sing along. this, of course, crashed smack dab into limp bizkit somehow and of course doesn’t this mean heh, no hope exists this will make a baby baby! mash-up. anyways, you can always tempt the pooches to croon, it’s worth a laugh.
Frustrating, no? To wait for so long? But you know what, I am sure there is some ice-cream in the freezer for you to enjoy while you wait! ❤ 🙂
Lol. I wish. 😊