For the first time in a long time, I felt like throwing myself in front of the speeding cars while walking home today.

I have everything, but I'm occasionally distressed by my own imperfection. Imperfections that others don't see as major flaws, but still pains me to know that I possess anyway.

And the worst thing is, I take it out on the people who love me the most (and whom I love the most as well).

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Pissed that I'm not 10 kilos lighter.

Pissed that more people die of AIDS in Africa everyday than patients of SARS but no one really cares.

Pissed that the 20-something-year-old didn't give up her seat for the elderly woman standing right in front of her in the train today.

Pissed that I can't do as well as I potentially could because anxiety gets to me more than it should.

Pissed that I can sometimes be so goddamn selfish and think nothing of it.