I feel like I want to scream. A really loud and long one. Until my throat is raw. One born out of frustration, boredom. How come the place I was born is hot, humid, expensive? Maybe it's not because I don't like the place I'm in. I'm mostly angry at myself. I think I've failed in some aspects. At least the decisions were mine. No one pointed a gun at my head. Grin. Bear it. Take it like a man.