Nothing, of course. Sometimes in the process of waiting, things die. I've learned that from both sides. I don't know whether to call 'karma' here. Maybe it's not that simple. I'm not sure if a leap from 'impatient' to 'patient without hope' is much of one at all. How do people maintain patience with hope? One can only wait so long. Some more than others. Some forever, actually. So never mind about that. I don't know what I'm trying to say. I'm trying to say that you are the same as when I met you. Or at least it appears so. Half an hour is hardly enough to tell... though to me it is enough it almost seems, because you can't really identify what you never really knew. Magnetism is something very strange and unexplainable.




But when there's something to hope for, everything seems to shine.
But I don't want to hope. Because hope is fucking evil. It's this twisted, shiny distraction leading you to the abyss of disappointment. And disappointment's a bitch. No one cares when you fall...you let yourself fall. And being a disappointment's a bitch. Because you are that deep, dark, uncaring abyss. I'm begging for a reason to be wrong about this. But as of now, I see no reason to think otherwise. Found on a friend's page, supposedly a Phyllis McGinley said:

Sticks and stones are hard on bones,
aimed with angry art
words can sting like anything,
but silence breaks the heart...

And I believe it.