Disclaimer: The following may be vague. Please allow me to be vague and unspecific because I am writing simply to vent a little, but mostly to exercise my writing skill.
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This cyber cafe smells of crap. It is untraceable and I am sitting nowhere near the toilet. So I don't know what's the deal, man.
Addiction is a bitch. And it could be the downfall of you.
The last time I felt like this was six years ago in Federal Capital City. I remember at that time I felt so hollow, so empty spiritually. It was as if I had no purpose. No goals. And I was floating aimlessly between work and off days. Then my Boss transferred me out of my company's headquarters and that yanked me out of my daze. It woke me up, in a way. It exposed me to life in a rural state. It was a tough experience, but I emerged a better worker, and I made loads of new friends.
Back to my addiction/floating aimlessly days of 2004, I was in a daydream. And I hate having to feel like that again-now. I am taking a weekly class and learning something new. That's great. But there are moments when I feel so low that I simply want to indulge in all kinds of bad habits. And I spend up my money doing it, when I should be using the cash to pay back my study loan, pay my due taxes or take my parents away for vacation.
This is me being critical of myself.

Note to self: please do the resume as your friend asked you to do that night. I mean, why not? Trying your luck won't hurt.