Waiting

I have been waiting for an eternity! The hyberbole of time knows no bounds when it comes to range of emotions while I wait to hear from you. I know the news will not be what I am hoping to hear yet my life hangs in the precarious balance. The power you must feel knowing that I am anxiously checking everyday. The anticipation keeping me awake. The dread of impending doom weighing on my shoulders, dragging me into the trenches of despair.
Why do you insist on keeping quiet? I know the limits of time means nothing to you but my whole life hinges on what you say. Tell me! Tell! Me! Now! I beg of you the suspense is worse than any punishment you can give me. Tell me I failed and I will still rejoice with glee that at least you had the courtesy to let me know.
Patience I am told is good but so is being courteous. Everyday I race to the site in hopes to see that you have given me the scores. The suspense is killing me. My fingers are tingling with the urge to go there again in hopes that you have become kind in the short amount time since I last attempted to contact you. Why do insist on torturing me like this. I know that I am not the only one you have awaiting the news and I feel for them. We all are powerless against you. Post them please.