Not in the Mood

I have been sleeping past midnight for the past two months.

And last night was no different.

Returned home, exhausted after watching The Contender muay thai fight, frustrated about an argument with my fiance about his football player's gilrfriend calling him, and pissed at the travel agency for not planning my Canada trip fast enough.

Then, just before bed, the sms fight began. I was told I'm fat and am being compared to those Sarong Party Girls with skinny bodies and sillicon boobs at the fight.

Of all things, I, am being compared to a bunch of prostitutes accompanying the ang-mohs there.

Ya ya.. I get the point. Yes, I don't have the body like Angelina Jolie. I'm trying fucking hard to lose weight by practically starving myself and hitting the gym. If I can lose 10kg in a day, I would.

Everytime these things happen, I just swallow my pride and bit my tongue to stop myself from making any sarcastic remarks.

Hey, if I am not so gorgeous, why rich, successful men from practically all over the globe chased after me? Even when they called or text me and asked me out, I couldnt be bothered to entertain them.

I cried myself to sleep again last night, with my left chest in agonising pain.

Heartbroken. Literally.

I hope to get the flights sorted out soon and get out of this place.

If possible, I don't want to come back. Ever.