Alone.

So much thoughts in my head.

My entire body's aching from tension and stress.

Can't seem to rest enough anymore.

So sick of work. So sick of mundane life.

Can't seem to find other joy when I'm
alone. And recently I can't seem to find anything to talk to him about without him asking me to stop complaining.

So I stopped talking. And my unhappiness builds up.

And then very soon I'll start resenting the fact that I'm around him.

As it is, work hasn't been very appreciative of my contributions.

I'm just no good at sucking up to someone I don't respect as a person.

I wish my life had more life to it than this daily grind. I miss clubbing and people watching.

I miss that lively vibe. And the stupidity and thrill of drunk adventures.

Very much.

Changes.

Joanne is quitting after her maternity leave. Edwin is leaving in April.

Aisyah can't take the pressure of being a leader. I've volunteered myself more than once but perhaps I'm not good enough or too new in the company to take over the entire department.

I saw Timothy at Bishamon today during dinner. He said his firm is hiring.

Perhaps.

Maybe.

But in a crisis, there lies opportunity.

I'll hang in there. Because its damn near house.