5:39am

She doesn't know what had become of her. She used to be grateful for being given the opportunity to be where she is now, but now she is just spiteful. She is tired of everything, of having to conform. She is confused whether what she is doing really defines "doing her best", because it had made her numb and bitter and apathetic. She wants to please her parents, because she had always been driven by their approval, by their pride for her accomplishments. She has a whole bunch of relatives who are proud of her back home. If only they know of her struggles, of how she is tempted to overdose on Panadol pills that are primarily there to numb her throbbing headache, which she reckons may also be used to forever alleviate her of her misery. But she believes in God, in Heaven, and in Hell...and she still looks forward to that day when she will be with her love who promised to marry her.

A tear falls from her right eye as she contemplates on her dreams which she thinks are too simple for somebody given the opportunities thrown at her. She doesn't even want to share them to anybody for fear of being frowned at, except for that person who knows her best and bothers to listen to what she wants.

She is really tired. She wants to escape. Or even just sleep.