I never knew I would feel emo when I’m back in Singapore.
I really don’t like my life now.

So many things have happened since I came back and they are not at all in my control. Or rather I allowed circumstances to dictate my life. Things are going a bit bizarre now. I need to take stock of my life now that I’m going to hit 29 in a weeks time.

The last I checked, when I was on a flight back to Singapore:
I had a stable relationship ready to settle down in a year or two time.
I was going back to embark on a budding career, that I had painstakingly crafted for myself 3 years back, with ambitions and promises of making it big.
I had friends that would be with me when I needed sense to be drummed into me; or rather I was the one who drummed sense into them.

Well, the reality now is:
I have no one because I can’t even handle myself.
I have no career to speak of, work 18 hour days… i wake up to nightmares of work. i turn to drinking and i wake up feeling worse than i started out, i go to work, get fucked.. and then i get wasted again to get away from it all and rinse, repeat the whole shit again the next day.

I had

Why the hell did i ever reverse so quickly?
Why the hell is there are blardy stick in the middle of a carpark?
Why am I so unlucky?
Why?