waiting for

I'm paying the price for my procrastination. I just hope it's not too big a price to pay.

But curiously, I don't really regret all those time wasted. Or maybe not yet.

23 is a big number that I'm not sure if I can live up to. It means bigger responsibilities and expectations. Yet here I am, wholly content with my underachieving self.

Argh. I hate thisssss. But if I survive this I know I can survive anything.

And I'm waiting for the day
What am I waiting for?