Somehow, I have always waited for the things to end.
I have waited for my school to end, and then my collage.
I have waited for my internship to end,
And now when my stint at my firm, I am waiting for a job seeker life to end.
I have waited for my crush,
And when I have finally fallen in love with another girl, I have waited for love.
The question is, is it always about the ending?
And if' it is. When have I ever lived?
Is life a break from death or is death a break from life.
Anyway, for now I am just waiting for the night to end. It has been a really long one.