It always feels like this before a book-in, no matter where I go. Like there's never enough time. Like I'm all alone here, wallowing. Will I continue feeling this way one year down the road? Will I ever get used to the concept that my life outside is oh so limited? I keep staring at the clock, incessantly wondering what I should do so as to not let the fleeting time go to waste.

What do you do when you have a day left to live, but the people you wish to spend your last moments with aren't free? Would it be selfish of you to demand their attention? Does your passing on warrant their world to revolve around you?

So many thoughts. So few words. Even lesser time.

Short week ahead. Training's gonna get tougher. I shall update when I find the time. Happy CNY everyone!

Do you realise how much you mean to me?