Workaholic i am not

Today is May 16th, my.. i have already spent around 4 months in Taiwan.
Enclosed in my dimly lighted room, Royal Palace they call it, i think i’m going to vomit soon.
Scary, draining, boring, unhealthy and fattening. I’ve lost touch with the world outside, feeling trapped, looking tired. I stood infront of the mirror, dark eye circles, dull complexion and outgrown hair. I looked old and ugly :(
I have stayed from chinese new year to mother’s day, from fury coats to singlets, from riot to singapore voting, from earthquake to typhoon.
I can’t remember when was the last time i had a dream, or the last time i had a meal with someone, nor the last time i spoke to my frens face to face.
All i recalled was work, worked and still working…
I realised i stopped going to the washroom because there wasnt enough time, i dun feel hungry because there was no lunch break, i carried 2 phones with me all the time because someone from work might call. The graveyard shift security guard know me well enough to let me enter the building without a pass, and he even came to chat with me when he has the chance to.
Giddy, i was afraid i would faint. But i was even more afraid that i had become a workaholic.
So i went on net and searched for the symptoms of a workaholic, and phew i realised i was just an extremely HARDWORKING employee. i’m still not sure why am i slogging my life away.