Waiting out.

If you asked me how I feel, I really don't know how to answer you. Let's put it this way: I'm not sad, but I'm not contented, and because of that I am not happy. Well, it's a subtle difference to it although one might claim the end result's the same.

I'm not giving up yet I'm not sure what to do. Perhaps leaving things as they are will do more good than bad - after all what else can be worse. I guess patience and perseverance will pay off eventually, but pressure just throws everything off course.

It takes time, a lot of time. Whether or not things will work out is still a big unknown, but let's just say I'm willing to try and do what I can so that I can tell myself I did what I could. If it took me that long to find it, I should wait that long for it.

Worthwhile? Yes, every minute, every tear.