As time passes, I get more and more frustrated.
Being unproductive and wasting my time away, waiting and waiting and waiting for a million things to happen with my future hanging in the balance. Trying to tip the balance in my favour but my efforts are a chase after the wind. Wanting to do so many things - to learn things, to travel, etc etc, and too many reasons not to do them.
Are you happy?
For now, not really.
she’s beautifully composed / a tune that only caged birds know
