Slipping through my fingers,

Still no news, but oh what can I do? I know I’ll have to accept whatever comes, and I’m ready to accept whatever happens, but I just don’t like that feeling of not knowing, anticipating, for an outcome. For a month. It’s a dreadful feeling.

It feels lonely at home, even with people here. And when I do go out with people, I still feel so alone, like a forgotten piece of jigsaw puzzle. Pretty much still the same girl you’d go to when you need help… and the same girl you’d forget when you aren’t in trouble anymore.

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