The irony in this title is that “Waiting” is actually the name of the song by Green Day that I stole “Dumbstruck, color me” from.

Dumbstruck, color me stupid
Good luck, you’re gonna need it
Where I’m going, if I get there at all

It’s a good song. Anyways.

Chris finally called me today, kind of like everything was fine. I went over. He told me he wanted to break up… and we talked about why. I, however, will not talk about why on here. But let’s just say that 70% of what he said was fairly reasonable. It could work, though, I know it could. Two hours is not that bad and it’s not like he is untrusting of me. So, we’re talking about the relationship when he mentioned something and I just couldn’t help it, I went over and hugged him and then… I guess we missed being near each other a lot. Things seemed fine. I thought everything would be good. But now he’s confused- are we together still? Is it over? He doesn’t know. He needs more time to think.

I regret sometimes being so sure of myself. I sometimes regret not minding the sucky times because there were happy times and I know that there can be happy times again.

I wish he were the same. Sometimes.