sigh...

I can't sleep again. My sleeping time went haywire ever since I started flying.

Life is completely different compared to the time I posted the last entry. Started a new job, moved to a new place and turned single again.

Am I pathetic to say that I'm contented with my life now? At least I have a job with minimal stress, no worries, I'm healthy, as in not suffering from any critical illness. I would say life is pretty good. Somehow I still feel something is amiss.

That worries me. Perhaps it's too good to be true or something real terrible awaits me.