i made it...finally..
how is it really to have the kind of work that i have?
difficult...exciting..draining...
at the end of the day im just totally wasted..
driving alone...doing your stuff alone...working alone..

i dunno how to express this...sure i'm one lucky girl//
'stable' (career-wise) at the age of 21..i get to buy things i only dreamt
of before..commuting is finally out of my routine..am i happy?

is being 'successful' a benchmark for happiness..or is it the other way around?
am i happy because i'm successful or am i successful because i'm happy..?

u know, it's thought provoking...i wonder how i hunger so much for satisfaction when in fact it will never come to be..i'll never be contented..

and i hate it..