I wonder how much longer I can take it.

I don’t know. I should be content with myself. I’m well educated, have a great job, make a good salary, even have some nice friends. But there is one thing missing: LOVE. With the age of 34, I never felt love and I never felt loved. Never felt the joy of being with someone, never felt the pain missing someone. They say, if you don’t know it, you can’t miss it. Nonsense. I miss it every day, miss it every day more. I wonder how much longer I can take it.