The urge to simply leave is stronger than ever.

I'm hoping to clinch a new job which requires me to work overseas, I'll pack my bags and leave in a flash so long as the place in question isn't a shithole like Hong Kong.

Now, I've half a mind to wait for my bonus, do the ultimatum and just escape from it all here. I'll go somewhere where there're friends, maybe somewhere like Sydney, and just hole up with them, leeching off their apartment for as long as I can. Who knows how long I can do this for, a month, maybe two?

I can't say why, but there's just this incredible urge to get out of wherever I am, and that includes my job, my home, even the people I know and have always known my whole life. I want out of everything.

Now, if only money isn't such an issue.

I hate rich kids sometimes, I really do.