It seems like nobody really understands how I feel. Mainly because I put on a strong front and hide my perplexed thoughts. But sometimes, it feels like there's no one who really cares and who truly understands. I am sad, and lonely too. 

Thinking about a certain issue, I am also terrified. I am terrified, thinking that there is no one who loves me or someone who can fill the gaping emptiness of my heart. I am not hard up for a boyfriend but it's hard, you know? I am envious of people my age who are dating and who are happy with their special somebody who they can laugh with, talk to — someone who can understand them. Sometimes, I just yearn for someone to lend me a shoulder who I cry, someone who I can call up in the middle of the night just to talk to. 

Life is never easy. But my patience is also wavering. 

I need someone, someone to love so intensely. I don't want to dwell in melancholia but I always wonder if there is even someone fated for me. Or is the loneliness going to continue to follow and haunt me? 

It's hard. It . 

But I will be okay, right? 

Someday I will be. Someday, I'll love and be loved.