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I used to think it doesn’t take a lot to make me happy. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it does. Maybe that’s why I’m such a bitter, bitter person.

Did you know that life is short?

Did you know that life is short? One bad choice could cost more than you bargained for. No one can control how you live your life. But if someone tries to shine a guiding light, you best follow that light, or risk losing everything, everything you’ve been blessed with.

I love Mickey mouse.

Monday, wish you were a Sunday.

Today, I woke up earlier than usual. It doesn’t take me very long to get ready (unless I’m gg some place special) but y’know, creatures like me don’t function well at unearthly hours in the morning. So , yeah. 6:45 am. Back when I was younger and more able, waking up at 5 am to go running was nothing. Now… I shudder at the very thought. My body is degenerating at an alarming rate, and I only wish it would wait for my mind (which is still 20, maybe 19 years old).

I mused over the possibility of getting married while in the shower this morning (totally have my uncle to thank for this, urgh). The idea of marriage used to be more appealing – wake up, see him, go to work, come home, see him, go to bed, see him, repeat. That was when I was young and ignorant, when I was oblivious to bills, expenses and the like. It is like that no more. With inflation on the rise (more like accelerating at an unfathomable pace), it’s a mystery how we, the younger generation, are ever going to achieve material goals much less get married.

Would I like to get married? Yeah, I would love to some day. Would I want to pay an arm and leg for it? No thanks.

It’s been awhile..

Hello world, it’s been awhile since I’ve constructed more than an email, so please, please excuse my poor sentence construction, grammar, lack of style, etc., if any.

I had this semi-long post on post-graduation/inaptitude syndrome all written out & ready to go. But it was depressing, as Sunday nights/Monday mornings tend to be. So scratch that. Take two. Here we go.

Or not.. My mind’s not what it used to be -it’s rustier than bicycle chain that has been rained on. I blanked the minute I put the period on that last paragraph. This leads me to wonder if I still have what it takes to be a writer. (Notice how I don’t use some fancy adjective before “writer”? I worry that my competence (or there lack of) may not even allow the appellation “writer”, much less a(n) (insert fancy adjective i.e. Ingenious) writer.)

Sunday nights/Monday mornings are the hardest for me. My mind tends to veer towards the negative (because I have nothing better to do), and I wonder if I’ll ever be a successful whatever – if I’ll ever own that nice house, nice car, nice etc. My other half says I am too young to worry about these things. But worry I must. I’d rather (insert drastic action) than settle for mediocre.

I’ve always wanted to work in a magazine, write something inspirational, and call it a day. But the local media…are not my cup of tea, and I worry that in order to realize my dreams, a move to far, faraway land might be the only solution. So how now brown cow? I wish I had a solution.

This first post was supposed to be brilliant. But I’m sleepy now. So I guess borderline mediocre/nonsensical it will have to be.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow will be the day I write something inspirational instead of this rubbish that makes me want to hit delete.

Tomorrow it shall be.

Good night all!

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