My ABC's

I am anticipating and annoyed, bitterly biding my time, and crossly conjecturing about the future. Detained and disgruntled; enduring but exacerbated, forecasting and frustrated, grouchy, huffy and incessantly incensed.

I am jealous, feeling knocked; and the things I hope for are causing laborous lingering. Mastered by the nonviable and overcome with petulant prognosticating, I feel querulous.

I am resentfully remaining and suffering sullenly. For I must tarry tediously in this unceasingly ulcerated manner, vexed with visualizations and wearily waiting. All I can hope for is something better than this x-y-ing zing.

Obviously, this is extremely exagerated, but I thought if I got it all out I could get over it and trust God's plan for my future...