Patience

One minute I can be completely content...the next I want to cry. One minute I can be fully motivated...the next, I just want to sit here with an attitude of, "What's the point?" I go back and forth on my emotions every two seconds... and it's tiring. I want to be determined, to just know. But I don't. I can be completely repulsed about something and then want to curl up with it showing it the love it deserves.

I'm tired. I'm restless. I can't get a single wink of sleep because all my dreams consist of "what if?" and "should've done that" and "could've done that". But when I wake up? It's all the same. I start the same day over again, awaiting this determination. I'm waiting for it to find me. In all honesty, I have to go searching for it. But for now, I'll wait. There's not much else to do. Patience is a virtue, right?