Today is a day of love, love for another, but most importantly, love for oneself. In the day to week activities and obligations we often forget to love ourselves and sometimes, how to love ourselves.

Loving myself is a task I often forget about, and when I think of other people, with families and more obligations, I cannot even fathom being able to do it all.

Recent conversations have got me pondering thoughts of relationships, of being a part of something more, of someone else's life. It is something that was always part of my life before, but has, over the past ten years, slowly wilted away. Over the said duration a few new relationships have sprouted, but with each one, they seem to become less and less strong, less accepting, and less intimate.

I guess lately, I feel more like those around me put up with me as opposed to care about me. Not to strike up a pity party, but it is the feeling that has become more and more prominent over the years. Each time I feel this way, I sink further into myself, seeking comfort, finding it harder and harder to climb out each time... a sensitive seventeen year old, watching the world go by, changing, but stagnantly I stay, trying to love myself and all the wounds life has left along the way.