People are breaking up, people are dying. What gives?

Anyway,
I'm in my pajamas and it's almost (only) 10pm. I know, what? Yes, it's 10pm on a Wednesday night, I'm on summer break. No uni, no work, nothing much to do except watch tv and play a few games.

The cat stares at me from it's parking spot at the corner of my carpet. It could be calling me a lazy bastard before giving up and curling into a ball. I am. A lazy bastard. Right now. No lie.

Also, hereby my favourite blog until I probably stop being such a git...

http://myfriendsaremarried.tumblr.com

So much laughing... so much laughing I can't breathe... Or type but I try anyway.

Today I will write on how I feel about being halfway through 25, still in uni and not working and having people getting married/getting engaged/having babies.
I feel... alone.
One day, they might all be married and I have to go out partying... ALONE.
Not that I go out partying but you know, if it just so happens I wanted to (which I highly doubt)... I'D BE ALONE.

Junes just called me a bitter lesbo.
I'm not. I'm a bitter un-lesbo.
Perfectly content in my contentment of liking men... But there aren't any worthy ones as of yet so...

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No.

I want to go back to the days where when something broke, people would fix it. When something didn't work, they'd try to repair it, when something was old, they'd just shine it up and put some grease into it. Now, all I see is a bin full of decent things. It makes me weep inside to know that people don't want to try hard enough for things that are worth their every being.

Buy and throw away, that is what the human condition is. I refuse. I resist. I will mend what is broken and keep what is cherished.

I'm halfway done with being 25. Next year I'd be 26. The numbers keep passing by and gaining momentum at each turn. The years flow by so fluid, so swift that I can't do anything but try and catch my breath.

The wind is getting knocked out of me.

I'm not saying this because I'm afraid of getting older, no. I can't wait to be old and start giving less fucks than I do now. I just don't want to go through the anxiety of society telling me it's NOT OKAY to be alone.