Sadness

I hate time. It is always not enough. It is always changing. It is always unpredictable. It is always moving forward. Why can't things be just the way they are? Why is the first cut always the deepest? Why am I still thinking of her? Why am I still missing her? Why do I keep seeing people I don't wanna see? Why has my life become like this? All this questions will not be important tomorrow. I hate time.