i feel inspirationless. maybe i'm looking too hard, because it's never where i think it will be. by "it" i mean "he" and by "he" i mean the boy i haven't met yet. i love my friends (yes i do have friends!) and i love my family, but there is something/one missing. i'm getting tired of waiting. that and my daily stresses and grievances are building up inside because that's how i deal with things; which means that i am a mangled mess of person on the inside. outside i look fine.