After a long CNY break... guess no one really wants to go back to work... certainly not me. In fact, I don't even want to be in Shanghai. Or anywhere. I am sick and tired of everything in life. Everything. What does world go on the way it does? Does it even serve any purpose?
I have a job that pays me well. Fat bonus. But i am not happy. I hate my job. I hate my boss. I hate my subordinates. I hate my clients. I hate the way things are. I hate the fact that my Chinese is not as good as the local Chinese and my English isn't perfect. I hate to be criticised all the time. I hate having to try so hard all the time. I hate having to work late all the time. I hate having to work through weekends. I hate people who will scream at me for one missing comma. I hate unreasonable deadlines.
So what if some guys want to bed me. They don't even know me. They probably don't even want to know me. I hate my body. I am short and I am fat. I can never lose the fats around my waist and I will never have 6 packs. I hate my nose. I hate my cravings for fried food. I hate being emotional all the time. I hate the fact that I am waiting for Mr. Perfect to sweep me off my feet. I hate when I wanted someone so badly and I was just being played. I hate mind games. I think I really wanted some attention from O. But he is just not that into me. Do I really like him that much? I don't even know. And then I go around seeking attention. I hate to be needy all the time. I hate to need constant attention and affirmation.
I hate having to talk about myself all the time. I hate to be emotional all the time. I hate to be crazy all the time. I hate to have to hide my craziness from people all the time.
I hate not being loved.
I hate being alone.
I am not even happy...