I am generally a very patient person. I may seem OOC or hyper at times (well okay always) but I really am patient. At least I try to be - I have my limits.
The worst thing is that this so-called patience of mine seems to lessen by the hour. I hate waiting for this certain thing. A woman shouldn't have to wait for this kind of thing in the first place. It should come to her at demand.
Of course my choice had to be a useless idiot who never so much as thinks of it.
By it I mean giving a fucking sign of life. Or at least a sign that he gives a damn.
How did I become like this?! This is a disgrace. I don't have a proud bone left in my body. It's amazing how a single guy can do this to me, isn't it? Amazing and kind of scary.
Answer me, who am I to you?
/P.
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