Fleeting
Why is it that when this thing that I want badly, this thing that I spend a lot of time waiting for--why is it that when i have it, I want to shoo it away? I guess it's because I hate it after all for making me insane thinking about it all the time. I hate it for occupying all the space in my head. Or I hate it because I know that it wouldn't last and that it would go away quickly.
Sheesh. My shitty self.