In The Waiting

I was writing and writing and everything came out in words that filled the page where some thing make sense and some do not and I am trying to connect them all because somehow there is a relation to one another but I cannot tie them... and I ended up erasing all of it... I really feel like a writer now.

I am feeling rather shitty today with a headache raging on one side of my head and I got around to thinking about something that I needed to do but having been putting off and I have so much uncertainty ahead of me. 

Sometimes I wonder why I put up with so many people, trying to be patient with everyone so that they can take their own time to do whatever they want while I ma hanging here waiting for change to happen but people only care more for themselves. People have called me patient, loving, enduring and every other things but no one steps up to want to do the same and seem like they are all happy in their zone.

I must admit that part of it is my fault because I somehow allow people to take advantage of me.