I cannot.

I can't stand waiting.

I can't stand anticipating

I can't stand speculating.

I can't stand our current state of immobility.

I can't stand not knowing whether we'll exist together again.

I hate the way time takes hold of everything

and decides to include me in its plans

only when it feels like it.

They told me i'm the planner

Rightfully,

i'm the boss of you,

time.

More often than not,

I can't stand A's.

And I can't stand knowing that I won't be able to make the cut.

I'm so pissed.

I can't seem to do comparison of texts, properly!

D:

ARGH.

Trying is just not good enough.

I need to make it work!

I don't know why this is suddenly remarkably important to me.

Feels like a NOW or NEVER thing.

(I'm talking about comparing those texts)