31

I've been 31 for almost two months now. Society tells me I should be feeling old--I've been officially a spinster since 25 according to Taty (well, I feel that way but it's all good). I'm happy that my friends do not ask me why I'm not married yet. I have few friends and most of them know that I do not believe in marriage and the so-called forever. I like weddings, tho, but please don't confuse the two. I am happy that others believe in marriage & forever and have found it and are happy with their life choices. Magic, yes, I believe in that, but those two, no. And I'm okay with it. I am not bitter. Maybe that is the reason why some of my past relationships did not work. Anyway, I'm blabbering. I should be working right now because I have a deadline to beat, but I am stalling instead. Damn, self.

Ugh. Back to work now. I've written a shit ton in my offline journal.

Oh, before I log out. Other people ask me why I'm not teaching. It's because of insecurity & my aim for perfection. If I do not believe I have what is expected of me, I would not bother. I do not have near-perfect grammar, so I opt to not teach English. I would guide people thru Literature, but I want to guide college kids and I need a masters degree for that and since I do not have that yet, I'm going to keep rewriting scripts til I can afford to do so. I give myself til I'm 35 to finish a graduate degree, then I'm going back to teaching. Yes, the bitch will definitely be back.

Logging out now.