I am afraid of time. Not spiders. Not heights. But time. I feel like every day is speeding past me and I don’t have time to catch up. I feel like I will die before finding my true love, before doing the things I have always wanted to do. I know my life is going to end one day, but I can’t process that into my emotions. Shouldn’t I be happy every day? There is just not enough time to truly find myself and I feel like all these days have gone to waste. I really don’t know my purpose. Should I know? Does anyone really know? I feel so alone and sad all time and I know all these days are pointless in my life.