I kind of figured that I wouldn’t know what I was doing when I was this age, but this is becoming more difficult. The wishing and the waiting, it’s hard I guess, to think that all you want is that one thing, and it takes so much more than wishing and waiting to get it, but you still just can’t stop.

Sweetness and sincerity, I haven’t felt it in a long time, but I did today. Ignorance and bitterness, I felt that too. But no matter what I feel, it’s still the same wishing and it’s still that same waiting.