I hate the uncertainty, the expectation, the burning sensation under my skin. People smile when they don’t want to; I hate that too. There is often too much time to think but never enough to make a decision. And hardly, the outcome is that which we imagined. So should I stay or should I go? Either way tomorrow I will know, what I did, what I shouldn’t have but never what I should’ve done. That’s the beauty of life, or so they say. Never knowing… Unfortunately I hate wasting time because though it goes in a circle, it never really comes back around. And I hate not knowing you, not knowing what you think (think of me), not knowing where you are… you were supposed to be here an hour ago, and
I Hate sitting by myself at a table for two.