7 hours now. 7 long, painful hours. Who knows, it may be followed by another 7, and then another 7 after that and… oh God. How long can I endure?

I’ve never believed much in a higher being. The idea of an overarching omnipresent being just never stuck. But sometimes… sometimes you have to wish it. Make it so. Let there be someone out there, playing our giant game of life who can pluck me out of this hell hole and find a better place for me. Somewhere without pain. Somewhere I know you’ll be alright, you’ll be happy, you’ll be in my arms.

You said I was a patient person. I agreed, eating up every word you said.

How much longer must I wait?