This waiting is killing me slowly

Some people would say waiting for something is good.  I am not so sure right now.  Every day I wait, I feel like a part of is dying. Not the good dying to oneself though, a bad dying. I don't know if I can continue like this.... but I must I have no choice....

I don't know how you are doing.....
I don't know how you look like right now...
I don't know if you can sit, or crawl or even walk by now......
I don't know.......


How do I continue?

I feel like screaming.... I am so frustrated with bureaucracy and slowness.....



I don't see the sense in waiting...............

Why o why do I have to wait for you even more?