Lets see, here i am the loungeroom of a small, but decent looking apartment (aside from the clutter of course),sitting on my flatmates overly huge couch with my laptop perched on my lap. I had a sudden urge to stop being a frustrated writer and actually write, for the public. Now I'm here, I barely know what to say, other than"how the fuck did I get here?", and I mean here in my life, not this blog thing, which was easy, even for me.
Let me explain....I am a 30yr old, single woman with no career prospects, which is largely my own damn fault. Being 30 would be no big deal, if only I had a great job I loved and even dare I say it, a man who loved me. Oh, and a dog, and a great house and a nicer car and... you get the idea. Instead, 30 feels like a failure.
The world should be my oyster. I'm young, I look younger, I'm healthy and I have no responsibilities. I can do whatever I want. So how come I don't know what I want, and the world currently feels like my burnt toast?
I guess what I should be asking, is "where to from here?".....Indeed.
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