Friday Night

It's Friday night, and I'm all alone, at the office, at 7pm. This is so sad.

That's what happens when all your friends have families, or loved ones, and you're all by yourself. This is what happens when you're painfully shy, and had a shitty day at work. Now I so wished that I had someone to cuddle with up and cry for a bit.

It's been a shitty day, and I'm so damn tired of being strong, and pretend that I'm all right. Because I'm not, and it's not fair that I have no one around to let me know that things will be OK. It's really not fair that I've been misreable for one year now.

I wish there were someone around who understood me - someone who'd just take me out for a drink, and just talk about everything and anything. I wishd that I had friends who would cheer me up and take me to the movies and laugh at my jokes.

I'm so tired of having colleagues instead of friends, I'm so tired of having no one that I can really talk to.

I hate growing up. I hate having to work. But most of all, I hate being alone.

I currently detest Singapore. I'm going to have a drink alone...

*misreable*