I keep putting my life on hold for "later," and "later" never comes.

I wear old, worn-out clothes, thinking, "I'll buy new ones when I lose weight." I live in an apartment with peeling wallpaper: "I'll make it nice when I move." I don't travel: "When I have the money/time/right company." I'm not saving money; I'm saving my own life. I'm postponing it for some perfect future that will never arrive because something will always be wrong. And in the end, I live in a kind of limbo, waiting for I don't even know what.