I've always hated waiting rooms. I've always hated the sad lonely chairs that sat in there. I have always hated how eery and silent waiting rooms were. The way silence seemed to swoop in and take over the whole room. The way you could feel stress and anxiety walking around waiting to choose it's next victim. After awhile of sitting there being silent you would start to hear the light buzzing in your ear. Your hands would constantly fiddle in your lap as you would move positions. i always hated how when you would look up at the clock expecting to see that an hour has gone by, but only to your despair you would see the clock moving slower, slower, and slower. after waiting for ever it would finally be your turn to go. that anxiety and stress would latch to your hands not letting go but following you out of the deadly silence in that gloom waiting room.
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
