No more

So tired of waiting.

For Fridays to come.
For the summer.
For being kissed in a heavy rain.
For the right someone to fall in love with me.
For the good part of my life to finally start.

Happiness should be here and now. Not yesterday, not tomorrow, not next week or month.

People who love me will understand, without judging me. The others will not care or will simply disagree, but this doesn't matter anymore. At least not for me.

I'm tired of waiting for all those things I wished for so bad to come.

Tired of waiting/and dreaming/and thinking of you.