100 words | waiting for my world to fall apart at the seams…

This is the worst part, the waiting. The anticipation is killing me. Will it happen?? Or will I be ok? How long will it take? At this point I’m pretty much praying that if the hatchet falls, it be quick and as painless as possible. Last night, when I pulled the trigger on it, I pretty much knew it was a ticking time bomb. Yes, that nine days old box of leftover noodles was a huge risk, but I didn’t feel like cooking. Ahh regrets… now I’m pretty much all in at this point, so we’ll see if I explode...