In the second week of May and I am still waiting..
Waiting is suck..
Even more, if I am blurred with the probability.
Waiting means letting the fate lead me, my life...
I am worried about rejections and other possible bad things..
I am worried about what other people think..
Yes, because I am not ready....
and here I am,
waiting..
probably, waiting for you..
don't you see?!
