waste of space's Journal

1:22am: i am so fucking tired of waiting around for that boy. how long do i have to wait before he grows up and gets his head out of the smoke clouds he is constantly creating? i would be willing to stake my entire life on him if i knew it would involve more than sitting on his balcony waiting for him to get back to me and sitting around in crackhouses trying to find drugs. it really isn't all this bad. only when i'm close to tears and it all becomes too apparent.