Do you ever get to that point? That point in life where, no matter what you do, you always come up empty? You find yourself so full of hope, so full of happiness and self worth, until you realize that the hope is the worst part. Giving up is quick and easy, if a bit painful, but hope is relentless. Hope rips your mind apart into two distinct sides. Hope destroys you from the inside out, because more often then not, hope is not rewarded. When that hope is finally answered, it turns into lead weight that grabs onto your sorrow and drags it into a bottomless ocean. It crashes down around you like a wave that soaks reality into your skin. It's like a bitter cold knife that slowly slits your skin open, again and again, yet you can do nothing to stop it.
Do you ever get to the point where you've just had enough? You've had enough of the immaturity, the indecisiveness, the stupidity...? The kind of stupidity that makes you want to throw your skull straight into a brick wall, just to make it stop. The kind of indecisiveness that makes you want to decide, just once, even though you know you can't. The kind of immaturity that makes you want to make them disappear, at least for a while... but you can't. All you can do is just sit there and take it all because they aren't like you. The stupidity... it's fun for them. You know it, they know it... and they know you hate it.
And have you ever gotten to the point where life just seems like one big waiting room? A waiting room with dimming lights, magazines that would make you rather watch the kid in the corner of the room pick their nose, and no secretary to talk to. You just sit their, waiting to be called on, waiting for something to happen... but nothing ever does. It just goes on forever, with no change, no difference day to day, no one new walking in to wait with you. You're alone.
Have you ever waited for someone to step into that room? You feel like you could wait forever for them to just open that door and sit next to you for a while, but they never do. You can wait all you want, but they're not setting foot in that hell hole.
You've got to stop living off of hope. You've got to get away from the stupidity. You've got to get out of that waiting room. Because no ones ever gonna call you in. You've gotta be the one to call someone else in. You've got to go to them. And in the end, it probably doesn't matter. You'll see millions of people before you can find just that one that you could sit next to forever making small talk. Only then does your waiting room become something else. It becomes empty space, ready for you to fill it with dreams, memories, and ideas.
You can't wait forever. I can't wait forever. I want love, and I'm tired of waiting.

I love you...