I find that I am increasingly alone. Everyone is always busy. I don’t want to go anywhere or do anything. I just want to sit on the ground and remain until someone finds me and cares and decides to devote all their time to me and then I will never be alone again. I want for nothing. Nothing to move. Nothing to happen. And therefore I want for everything. I feel I cannot take another day of loneliness. Not now. Not when I should not be lonely. It’s easier to be loved and love than to feel loved. When you have something so simple and beautiful figured out you shouldn’t feel this way.