As I am sitting here typing, on my new Mac Book Pro I now christen with the name Daffodil, wondering and thinking about my Iovelife which at the very least I shall call nonexistent, after talking with a writer friend, I couldn't help but wonder am I married to my job?
It is sad when people seem to just accept the fact that they will grow old alone. I feel sad because I know it shouldn't be the case.
I feel like I am running out of time. I am 28 years old. 2 more years to spare before my big 3-0, and I feel sad for the people who has just accepted the fact that they will be OLD MAIDS.
Hay.
I hope I won't turn into one.
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