Hope For The Worst For The Best

Today I learned how strong my mind really was. As I read status messages searching for information I found it. I found more than what I wanted to find, like finding the treasure box but the gold is mud. The roommate is a girl. It's been four days since the question was posed on his screen and I've been, not eagerly, but curiously waiting. Days don't necessarily drag as they do walk. A simply walk. No hops, no skips, no dancing, just walking. I've considered intervening in the time hidden behind "I'll think about it" but I've lost all confidence. I still presume that it is indeed a matter of his pride in answering but I'll not say much until I know for sure... Which will be never. Josh is indeed correct, I'll never get the answers I'm asking for and even if I do they won't be the ones I want. But what I want isn't nice, what I want is to get the answers to kill it off, finish it all for good. The grand, bloody, drop dead finale. I actually have hope for the worst.