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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