time

it is only healthy that i start writing, right? whenever i brood over that unhappiness, i have to talk about it, right? so here i am, starting to write.

this year has not been the greatest year. i was not the happiest. i was not even happy. i probably do not love myself enough to realise how much more i actually deserved.

i know i will never be able to find someone who dotes me so much when we were alone. i know i will never be able to find someone who cares about my hunger. i know it sounds cliche, but its all the truths that i am happy to admit.

time will tell..