I hate that phrase. The waiting "game". It's not a game, it's a life choice that nobody chooses. I'm not even sure what I'm waiting for. I know a few things. I'm waiting for somebody to spend more than five minutes thinking about how I might feel. I want them to get me help. I actually really want help so that I don't cry whenever someone blames anything on me, or so that I'm able to say that I had a nice day. I have nothing against psychiatrists if they can help me not hate myself and everyone around me. I just need somebody to show that they think that I'm worth the effort it takes to tell a doctor. It was my birthday yesterday. I've been waiting for four years now. Here's hoping that I win the game.