like it couldn’t get any worse than it already is.
the last year didn’t feel like it brought much improvement to my life. same ol job. put on weight. hardly had any time really to do what i wanted to do. scoldings. favoritism. everything i did was not good enough. useless. no bonus. plenty of late nights at work but no overtime. pants don’t fit. nothing fits. still can’t afford to own my own place. haven’t been on a real holiday(involving airtickets, tours… singaporef1 doesn’t count since it was crazy crossing the border like i lived in jb and worked in sg) since… i don’t know when. wisdom tooth extraction overdued. ppl looking at me up and down. ppl with their stupid standards. feeling like i’m not good enough. friend’s doing better than me. privacy invasion. judgmental parents. hair loss. neckache. sleep shortage. silent road rage. fear. tears. voids. don’t give a shit’s. the list goes on…
and thanks for telling me i’m fat. AGAIN.
here’s to another night of gastric attack and gaping sanity.
just great.