Anticipation

Well here I am again at another Sunday in my life. So many of these have gone by that it is impossible for me to count how many have. The weirdest thing about every Sunday is that they have the same feel to each of them, but each and every one is different. I can tell when it is Sunday because I can feel it, but each one I am going through a different feeling or event which makes it different from the last. For example today again I go to drivers ed. It is consuming me now. I'm so sick of driving and others expecting me to be the best. I have to drive with Nicole today and she is the best driver in our class. She and I get along fine, but she is a very anger person. She finds problems with everyone and flips out over the silliest things. She almost died when someone was chewing gum a little loud, not like a hooker but just normally. O well. Every Sunday is different, but now I wish this one would end.

Something is in me,
feasting away,
eating at my self
it is anticipation...anticipation....the constant torture...my weakness...it is here...