Why???

I don't understand why I'm not happy, when I really should be.

The logical side of me knows how blessed I am to be in a position that other service-oriented people are longing for. It's not easy to get into private banking, and a reputable one too.

I'm at the phase of my life when I can buy things I like, go to places where I want to go (er, I mean within Singapore), and I can eat whatever I want, no matter the price (but with a certain cap). I have a good family, not the traditional one, but in my eyes it's perfect. I have a boyfriend whom I've been with for almost 6 years (that says a lot, considering it's a long distance thingy).

But why am I not happy? Why am I reluctant to go to work? There's this resistance within me that is so strong that I can't even bring myself to leave a water jug in the office. It's like I don't want a piece of my belonging there.

I'm a crazy person. Crazy! somebody help me!