Day 3

I feel so sensitive to time passing lately. Like an exposed nerve ending, at every stimuli, I become hyper-aware of the passage of time.

I sometimes think I’m the only one that loves. I wish that’s not true. I wish people would know how much I love them. I wish they love me back. But then, sometimes I don’t know who “they” are. It’s hard to seek love from someone, let alone from an unidentified figure.

Deep down maybe I seek the love I withhold towards myself, in others.