I waited three months. For what, exactly? Sadness. Only sadness. I
remember the time before THIS time so well. I used to sit in front
of my computer and think about everything in my life in metaphor.
My life became one long allegory. The grass was thousands of
desperate caterpillars seeking to tickle the soles of my feet. The
sky was a terrifying wave rising and ebbing away from shore,
waiting for the one day, when it would suck me in. Life was one big
metaphor...one big joke or one big fantastical word of dreams? Is
that were I went wrong? Was the one enjoyment in my life where I
went wrong? I so hope this doesn't prove true. But I've been
rejected 4 or so times already, and have 3 "waitlists" under my
belt. When is it ever going to be me turn? When will the compass
that is my life sway its little arrows in my direction? How much
longer must I wait?
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