Emo

I'm supposed to feel elated because I've received my bonus, and that would probably ensure that my tentative 6-mth plan would be a feasible one.

But I'm not.

Too preoccupied with all the troubles at work, that I've lost my appetite. Too frustrated to work, that I was blasting rock music and orchestral music into my ears. Too disappointed with what I'm experiencing, that I could only sigh.

I think I need a break, but I wasn't allowed one. I somehow question my own capabilities and my level of confidence.

And I remain stubborn enough to put up a strong front before my family, because I never confide anything in them, and I'm going to continue doing so.

I want to run away to Bago, but why is it so far away?