Living the life of a workaholic while crying tears of coffee

I knew this one girl named Bao. She looked like she had it all. She had money, a car, a big house, pretty much everything. She had a childhood friend who sometimes was a boyfriend, sometimes an unrequited love. She had a great mind, awesome ideas, and people looked up to her. She had friends, lots and lots of friends. She seemed perfect.

I said good bye to her one day and never saw her again.