I've got issues

Emo kid got that spot on.
I've got issues.
Issues so phenomenally huge that it is blowing me awayyy.

Issue one:
I cannot understand how bigger/ fatter/useless guys just love to take up space in crowded areas (read: Mango during their sale)

Issue two:
I have this thing about lies. I think since I was young, my dad bore this into me.
Never to lie.
I try my darnest not to. And perhaps that is when I have this thing with others lying.

Issue three:
Sometimes, I pretend (different from lies). Because I believe that ignorance is bliss. I pretend that I am ignorant. I pretend that I don't know. I pretend that I didn't see. I pretend I didn't hear. I pretend and pretend.
But I wonder if it works.
Because deep down, I know I am pretending. (like now).
I am just pretending everything is ok when everything is not.
I am just pretending everything is fine, when everything is not.

Issue four:
I have this thing about work getting boring.
Because I do the same thing everyday, work is getting really really boring.
Or perhaps because my immediate boss was not around for nearly a week, and she didn't throw her shit on me.
But I can't shake of this nagging imminent feeling.
Like I am soon going to get really sick of job. And want to fly off to elsewhere with greener pastures.
I am longing for an adventure.
My friend is planning to go Melbourne to work for a couple of years.
She asked me to join her.
The urge is strong.
More than before.

Issue five:
I hate questions.
I love catching up..
But I hate it when friends ask.
So what happened?
It is not something personal.
It really is not.
I just hate it when anybody just anybody asks that.

Issue six:
I hate lousy english.
I really hate it.
Loathe it.
I find it insulting to have to read lousy English. Especially when english happens to be the main language of the country. If say, you are Malaysian or Hongkie, and you have lousy english, I understand. But if say you are from Singapore, States, Australia. And you have lousy English, that is almost criminal for me.

I know it is mean to be overly particular about such stuff. Because, who am I kidding here? My English ain't perfect.
But that is the thing. Nobody's English is perfect. But when you are bordering between mediocre and plainly lousy then, that is when it gets on my nerves.

** I have too many issues.
I just want to sleeeeeepppp